Listening to Dylan croaking out a song, if I close my eyes I hear Woody Guthrie and all the other commies spawned by the Great Depression.
The injustice of it all: that some folks have bigger rice bowls than others.
It was an age of bullshit. I remember the arguments, but I don't remember the songs. I neither sang nor listened to those particular hymns, and why would I?
Posted by chuck at February 17, 2015 2:55 PMYou had me there until I saw Springsteen.
More Old B.S. Later
Badco
We were brought up on Guthrie and Pete Seeger. I'm fairly sure the old man may have met the latter. Never thought about it much. Almost fifteen years ago something happened, that ripped off the veil. Better late than never.
Posted by Will at February 18, 2015 6:20 AM