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