I'm not a rock and roll fan. Most of it is mundane, simplistic and shows lack of musical sophistication. (Not so with folk music because it details the culture of a community in its choice of lyrics. It also has a subtlety that rock, being a billboard kind of gross, empty salesmanship in the music industry lacks. I know, but you'll say you have to listen to so-and-so and such and such. Well, I have. I transcribed Jimi Hendrix solos for guitar students, monitored the airwaves during the 60's and the 70's, even read biographies of the Beatles etc. and still have come to the same conclusion. That's why I was surprised and almost shocked to read Dave Crosby's autobiography, "Long Time Coming" (I can't exactly remember the title.) He describes in colorful detail the times of growing up in the drug-laced culture of the Sixties, the people he knew, and how that impacted on rock. I was affected.

Here's the point. It was about what he went through personally. Pete Seeger should pay attention to this in his copious writing about "ideas" and lack of personal human interest about himself. I don't want to read about what someone preaches. I want to read about how they felt, their problems, their triumphs, their successes and their reasons for thinking or feeling like they do. Dave Crosby is the last person in the world that I would have thought could to that for me. He succeeded, not in getting me to like rock but to
understand how it could happen.