Been listening to a lot of different musics recently, as I do. I wander through a lot of styles pretty much all of the time without a care for the fences that fence, but this evening I went and visited some old friends from school; Pete Seeger, Woody and Arlo and Ramblin Jack and a few others, recalling some of the songs that we all learned in school and in parks and at summer camp. Theyre songs that stay with me because they came in through the window of my head when I was just small. Simple songs. Right songs. Songs that mean something. I sang some to Django tonight as he drifted off to sleep. I watched him smile. I smiled too. I rediscovered the joys of Malvina Reynolds tonight too. Been trying to find this gem of a revolution song for a while now. Love it so much we might do it at the next Prude show. Itll never match her delivery or honesty, but we might still try. Ive always marveled at the fact that we were taught songs like This Land Is Your Land at school. Its one of the most subversive, anti-capitalist, rambling songs ever, filled with solid, proto-typically Woody Guthrie-esque Communist sentiments and it still surprises me that the institutions had us sing a song written against them. Maybe they just didnt understand it. Maybe they did. Even better. No Hole In My Head. A song to live by.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 22:15:46 +0000
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