Ok, so it looks like I’m going to have to quickly respond to everyone about yesterday’s letter.
It appears that over thirty readers really cared about that post and the mail is still trickling in.
Naturally, when you twist an iconic statement such as that which was on Woody’s guitar, you are going to raise some hackles. I guess there’s still power in a good title. (Boy, this machine really does kill time though). Secondly, it has enlightened me on the power of our new information age.
“With satellites and mega-bites this talk is building trust
It’s like we’re finally making mud out of water in the dust
So let it rain…I can feel the Change”
From my kitchen table my ramblings can spark an honest debate about topics which interest me – and hopefully interest you too. In this case, what style of folk songs do you enjoy? If political, how do you want the story to be told?
As of this morning I’ve counted twenty-one positive emails asking for more ramblings. Six emails which carried a friendly tone yet with insightful contrarian positions. (One email was so insightful it had me debating my own position all evening! I even went back and listened to Bruce Cockburn’s World of Wonders.) Five more emails which thought me an insensitive, uniformed asshole devoid of common sense and without proper knowledge of my own folk music history. (Hey save those gestures for your own family, I have enough loved ones in my life to passive aggressive me to death– thank you very much). All five of those folks asked to be removed from my blog (until an hour ago – one of those individuals retracted and asked to put back into the mailing list.) So there you have it. I’ve learned you don’t tamper with Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan or Van Morrison. You may get away with questioning Bruce Cockburn (just a little) and you can most definitely in any circles at any time desecrate Cher, Seal and Tiffany. Trust me. Lastly, don’t even think twice about roller skating in a buffalo herd. I’ll give you that one for free.
Let me put it to you like this. Folk music IS for the most part political in nature. They teach full on three year courses on this subject in Berkley. Let’s not go there right now. For my tastes though, I’d rather hear political sentiments in a song from the perspective of an individual. But that’s just me.
Try this test. Listen closely to these two songs and tell me which one resonates with YOU.
John Prine – Sam Stone
Pete Seeger – Where Have all the Flowers Gone? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pZa3KtkVpQ&feature=related
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“Before I knowed it, I was sayin’ out loud, ‘The hell with it! There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do. It’s all part of the same thing.’… I says, ‘What’s this call, this sperit?’ An’ I says, ‘It’s love. I love people so much I’m fit to bust, sometimes.’… I figgered, ‘Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,’ I figgered, ‘maybe it’s all men an’ all women we love; maybe that’s the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever’body’s a part of.’ Now I sat there thinkin’ it, an’ all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.”
– John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath