wired's blog reminded me that yesterday was woody guthrie's birthday. he would have been 96. when i think of woody i think of simple times and the great dust bowl and hungry men riding the rails and a country that lost its way.
i do indeed love the poetry of our folk music. it resonates with passion and the desire for how things could be.
the wired blog rightly points out that without woody we wouldn't have seeger, dylan, donovan or the byrds, for woody has what the old timers used to call soul. he was, for all of his struggles, a real person. i mean to say that he was genuine; he walked the walk.