He died yesterday, January 27th at the age of 94.
He played a banjo, and that was his thing and he was the best he could be. But it wasn't so much what he played. He taught men to sing.
And he wouldn't let them alone until they did.
There was a time when music was dangerous and governments were shaken and wars were made to stop. And he was a part of that. He knew that the danger was in the words, in the men singing the words. Together.
And he couldn't take it when Bob Dylan plugged in, when song became spectacle. The noise and the amplifiers and the electricity took all the danger away, all the power.
Primal music is about reclaiming that power. We'll lay Seeger's banjo aside and drum and cry our way through his music, through his words, and into that great stream of his generous passion.
God guide and protect us all and may He grant the Seeger family ease in this challenging time.
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