I saw Pete Seeger a few times when he was around 90-91. He could still play the banjo quite well (I was impressed that his fingers were still nimble); he still had presence; he knew the words to the songs he sang (even though he'd been saying for some years that he had memory problems/and maybe he would not have been able to do songs by request). I spoke with Pete on one occasion but he was very deaf; still it was interesting to listen to his stories. The only thing really lacking in performance was that his once strong voice was very weak. Two of the times I saw him, Pete only sang two or three songs. The other time, he was doing a real show, an outdoor concert in Central Park NYC with family and friends, so he didnt have to carry the show by himself.

Yes, a lot of the appeal was Pete's reputation; he was playing on his laurels. But he also still had a lot to give, and I am grateful to Pete for not having gone into total retirement in his old age.

Jack Campin, that's an impressive poem and absolutely responds to a previous comment!