Well, you know, fuck it, man, I’m just gonna listen to some folk music. And it’s not going to be white guys from college singing about conflicts in far-away lands, either, or about their remarkably precocious insights into the murky terrain of human relationships. No: I’m gonna listen to some folk music. I’m going to listen to a bunch of Albanians in clogs and all that kinda stuff. Salvadoran peasants with calabasa shakers. Burmese harps. I’m going to listen to the kind of records that only the New York Post can provide. |