Moron that subject later.

I would like to remark that there is one thing a folky learns as he travels through the decades from Childe to Lightfoot, Dylan and Buffy. S/he learns that the tribulations, passions and drama of our species is not new to our era, not invented first by our generation, not a peculiarity of the American Century or the Bush years or perhaps even our planet. They are the red-hot river of life itself rolling down to an unknown sea, and you can fight, swim, drift or drown, but the river will roll on. That's what I learned anyway, and I don't see how anyone could get intimate with more than a dozen songs across the decade without seeing this starkly.

And knowing that, you also learn that the values of compassion, of trying to understand and help, of putting love above rancor, and the magic of caring about what it is to be human are the real timeless things, the sweet undying parts that even the river never can diminish.

And that's, in my humble opinion, what makes Max's Mudcat a place to come back to over and over, come hell or high water.

Regards,

A