Back in the late ’60s, our rhythmic, pounding, ringing music aroused us to “sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll” — and social and political activism. The entire world was aflame with idealism, the revolution was at hand, and we were the young warriors who would lead humanity into the brave new world where love is in the air, everyone is equal, and war no more.
I have often marveled to realize that no music since then has fully captured the youth of any generation. Instead, each generation’s young ones still play our old songs! They still listen to Dylan, and The Band, the Stones, Peter, Paul and Mary, Joannie Baez, and yes, Simon and Garfunkel — generations of all ages singing and dancing along with us creaky, crotchety, older and hopefully wiser ones from the ’60s generation now in our 70s and still looking for America. Can you believe! Our astounding music from nearly 50 years ago still holds us, embraces us, across the generations; and now, with Bernie, our music propels us, once again, into collective action.
Are we crazy to think that this time we can do it, we can dissolve the ossified, constipated, oligarc-ic powers that pretend to be in an authentic grassroots arising that “takes this country by storm”?