My Mother Playing The Violin And My

My Father Urged Alan [lomax] Not To Repeat The Mistakes Of The European Folklorists Who, A Century Ago, Had Collected These Peasant Songs And Then Arranged Them For Part Choir And Accompanied Them On Piano, And Then Told The Young People Of Their Country, "don't Change A Note, This Is Our Sacred Heritage." Father Said, Whether It's A Fiddle Tune Or A Gospel Song, Learn It Right Off The Record From The People Who Grew Up With It. Don't Just Learn It From A Piece Of Paper.

I'm Not Sure If My Involvement In Causes, Benefits, Marches, And Demonstrations Has Made A Huge Difference, But I Know One Thing: That Involvement Has Connected Me With The Good People: People With The Live Hearts, The Live Eyes, The Live Heads.

There's A Story Behind Every Old Ballad Or Work Song Or Nonsense Song That I Ever Knew. Sometimes It's A Fascinating Story. A Story Of People Struggling For Freedom, Struggling To Get Along In This Old World.

Food Is One Of The Great Organizing Tools.

The American Indians Were Communists. They Were. Every Anthropologist Will Tell You They Were Communists. No Rich, No Poor. If Somebody Needed Something The Community Chipped In.