to my LJ peeps : Some of this is recycle from like……… 5 years ago. my most abject apologies.
Once upon a time there was a Young FolkSinger. He was a skinny kid with a funny name. His first “hit” was an 18 minute long song detailing his arrest for littering and subsequent fiasco at the local NYC draft office. He sang about a church and his friends who lived in the bell tower. He sang about motorcycles and pickles. And he sang his father’s songs. He played at Woodstock. His story-telling talent is beyond compare. Even being arrested is an Adventure with the Folksinger.
His musical lineage is beyond compare. His father was the Original Folksinger. His home and life were filled with music from the moment he was born. He’s brought that music to the world. And to me.
I first heard the Folksinger when my mom decided I needed more musical education than the Top40 crap spewing from the airwaves. So I grew up listening to things like Crosby,Stills, Nash and (somtimes) Young, Alice Cooper, The Beatles, and…….. The Folksinger. I have the Folksinger on vinyl. I also have quite a Folksinger collection on mp3. I’m sitting here trying to figure out exactly how to tell people what the Folksinger means to me. And it’s not easy.
He’s not just a story about the draft. He’s a Folk Hero too. He devotes his time to worthy causes, including spreading his music through the world. His music is what touches me the most. His voice is ……… unique. He kindles a love for old American folk songs that is undeniable. His new American Folksongs are works of art that touch you regardless of age, socio-ecomonic status, race, color or creed. I have a dog named after the Folksinger. Mom says that why the dog won’t stay out of the trash. In my house, we have a saying…… “That’s just Arlo.” And sometimes……. that’s all you can say.
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