The Songs - Volunteers
This is another entry in my ongoing “songs that visited me and decided they wanted to stay” series. I hope you like these enough to become a paid subscriber, because I really need you to keep this project going.
Volunteers - Jefferson Airplane
Look what's happening out in the streets
Got a revolution, got to revolution
Hey, I'm dancing down the street
Got a revolution, got to revolution
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution, got to revolution
In the wake of the Supreme Court upending democracy yesterday by proclaiming that a President (and most especially, their most favorite super-duperist President ever) is now above the law, I went into a bit of a funk and contemplated just how the fuck we got here. There will be books written about all of this, assuming they can get past the upcoming censors of course. But they’ll simply be long-winded screeds that say, ultimately, “you elected a fascist with the IQ of a dead bird. What the hell did you expect?”
To that point, we’re on the verge of electing the same fascist AGAIN, which is not exactly a nation showing a vast understanding of the upcoming July 4th holiday. The ghost of George III is surely confused by the President of the United States being proclaimed…..well….a King. Poor George was simply born at the wrong time. If his majesty had simps like Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito on his payroll, he may not have went mad in the first place.
Whatever. I sat up late last night and watched a PBS documentary on the original Woodstock festival. Young people getting stoned and looking in vain for places to park, and sitting in the mud on Max Yasgur’s farm, overwhelmingly peaceful and willing to be entertained by anybody who happened to show up. That’s pretty much how it went, as initially the acts themselves couldn’t get to the site because of traffic, so when Richie Havens and later Arlo Guthrie showed up early with their acoustic guitars on the first day, looking for fresh drugs and girls, they were shoved onto the stage and told to keep singing until they were told they could stop. Poor Ritchie literally made up his song “Freedom” on the spot because he didn’t have anything left to play. Only in the 60s could you get away with stuff like this. Arlo doesn’t even remember playing, which seems the most 60s thing ever.