I've got Dylan's Forever Young sung by Baez in my head. I know why. It is a wish unrealized for scrappy's niece. Isn't entirely appropriate, but it is what visits me. And damnit, my ipod needs charging.

I get cc'd on so freaking much that my inbox is currently 1000+ and I still haven't dealt with monday's email. Crap.

Oookhay, sign I need to go to bed (my ipod charged) : Ellas Danzan Solas is making me alternately sob and rage (and my spanish is weak, so I'm probably getting 75%.)

That song is a hell of a tearjerker. Sleep well, sara.

I wish I'd take my own advice and go sleep. Yeah, it's a killer.

My personal childhood musical library ( mentally, anyway) is full of stuff like this. I thank my parents for their protest history, but man, heavy stuff I grew up on. The tribute to my parents is that it still guts me.

Me too, sara. Although that song was one I came to on my own. They had stopped feeding me by then, but I was weaned on civil rights violations across the world. It made for an oddly skittish childhood.

I can't recall the taste of matcha, so I can't work out if these are appetising. The colour's certainly...special.

Tommy, I'm still hunting through SPICE apps. It looks to be all hard core and high powered and perhaps way (okay, definitely way) over my head. I want something in the YA range of home electronics.

Joan Baez , via my parents was largely (but not soley, those sneaky quakers and their freaky social conscience) my exposure. And she does a lot of that stuff. Shit, I now need to get the albums I don't have. Like the Tiannamen one. Anyway.

Back in the late sixties when she was still playing coffeehouses and not famous, dad sat with her post-gig and talked in Boston.

Almost a decade ago, I went up to Philly to her concert. It was pretty informal, but I was too shy to go up and say "Hey, you met my dad back in the 60s and I grew up on you." Oh well.

Happy Birthday, Allyson!

Squeaking in (on the East Coast) to wish Allyson a happy birthday! I hope you spent this evening doing exactly what you wanted.

Being my age and Jamaican is precisely the right demographic for child-of-Marley (and I mean that in the philosophical sense--I'm too old for genetic) status. But he wasn't the only Jamaican protest singer, and it wasn't only Jamaicans.

The most embarassing thing I achieved with protest music was an afternoon of raucous hot and heaviness just before Nelson Mandela was released from prison, with the TV on Much Music and the remote control too far away to be bothered with. It was years before "Free Nelson Mandela" didn't make me cross my legs and blush nostalgically.

Christ, some fast food chain just had an ad for cheesy tots involving "morning tongue" which...ewww. Too much sharing.

Happy B-day Allyson.

Yeah the morning tongue thing is just more than I wanted thanks. I actually keep breath stuff on the bedside table.