There were
more profound influences on my folk music appreciation in the early 1960s than
Pete Seeger like say the early Bob Dylan. In short the ability to recite from
memory the lines from Dylan’s Positively
Fourth Street or Like A Rolling Stone
to the straight long-haired folkie girls in Harvard Square that I was fatally
attracted to rather than say Pete’s Where
Have All The Flowers Gone? gave me
more traction. There were more memorable songs than Pete’s that I heard when I
first came to folk music after listening to Dave Von Ronk’s Come All You Fair And Tender Ladies.
Ditto on the traction. But the
transmission belt for all of that folk tradition, all of that after Woody
Guthrie’s health failed him, was one Pete Seeger. That is a worthy epitaph for
a man who gave the genre his all. RIP-Pete
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