Some say that pop music has nowhere else to go, but they are wrong: there is still extreme old age to negotiate. This week the American singer-songwriter, activist and folk evangelist Pete Seeger is 90 years old. Fifteen years ago, when he was 75, I’m not sure anyone was paying much attention. Folk music had drifted so far away from the cultural mainstream that search parties had given up for the night and helicopters had been recalled to base. Now, of course, everyone is a folk singer and Seeger is a revered elder statesman, with the satisfaction of having survived long enough to witness the revival of his own folk revival. Forty years ago, as a mere quinquagenarian, he was campaigning for civil rights and against the Vietnam War; now, like all the old hippies, he’s banging on about the environment. The big difference is that more people now are prepared to listen.
Marcus Berkmann
Swan songs
Some say that pop music has nowhere else to go, but they are wrong: there is still extreme old age to negotiate.
issue 02 May 2009
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