Lovers In A Dangerous Time

Posted: January 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

I grew up as stupid suburban white boy metal head.  But then, since we were adjacent to a city with a good radio station, I learned about punk and new wave, and I learned the lessons well, yes I did.

And I took those lessons to land-grant college, and immediately alienated my roommate roulette person, but found some people in an adjacent dorm. I continued to learn about punk an new wave, yes I did.

I lived in a house that was once of the only places that played the first REM album.

Later, I moved to Milwaukee and tried to culminate my professional degree. But in that time, I worked much with local music people and worked with Bruce Cockburn on one of his tours, and he was so nice to me, as I was just holding a ladder while they sound checked.  What a lovely guy.

I am not sure how much music can make a difference, in the coming hard rain.

But I know a couple of things:  the fascists have no music.

And they have no artists.

And if you don’t have music, and you don’t have artists, then honey YOU DON’T HAVE PEOPLE

 

 

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Comments
  1. Mikey Hemlok says:

    Every war has its signature music. Vietnam had Fire and Rain. Gulf War I had Nirvana.

    Make no mistake, we’ll look back on these dark years as a kind of war. The music will come.

    Also, too, 20 years on it’s just about time for mid-90s alterno to make a righteous comeback…

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