Back in 1985 I sat on the floor in a dark hallway for over an hour all alone with some old guy named Pete. Each of us had arrived early for a Master Class in American Folk Music. He was looking forward to it, me a bit less….. He lazily strummed an old guitar and periodically hummed through a verse or two of a familiar song. Of course, I told him he was good…… We spoke about everything under the sun. He seemed way more interested in me; my likes, dislikes, opinions etc. then I was in him. I was a kid and he seemed like a cool old guy. I imagined him on a street corner playing music collecting change. As time went on and a couple more people arrived he told me how much he liked me and how much he enjoyed our time together. He gave me a hug and a pat on the back as I went into my classroom and he walked away down the hallway never giving any indication to me as to who he really was, yet it didn’t take me long to find out… I still cherish that hour together……… R.I.P. Pete Seeger
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 13:18:45 +0000
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