Happy Birthday, Woody Guthrie
Just thinking about Woody’s birthday makes me wish he could have written about Arizona and the new too-bloody-familiar hate on some of the least privileged in our midst.
Ah well: he’s gone, but the music, and the ideas are still here.
Yes we will.
And the inevitable bonus track:
And hell, why not one more:
And for just one tiny measure of Woody’s ongoing power and influence, this: