I wasn’t allowed to listen to many systemite songs as a small child. In fact, like outside books, most outside songs were curtailed, considered to be mind clutter that of course the evil ol’ devil wanted to use to take us away from Christ. Our strict prophet termed such clutter “vain babbling.”
Bob Dylan* was an exception. His music spoke to a noble aspect of what my parents, deep down, had always wanted: to reject the ills of generations past. Dylan’s words urged that societal change needed to happen. As it still does.
My Dad would pick up a guitar and sit us all down in the living room. My Mom’s breast could be flopped out as she fed one of the babies, and we listened, in awe of the sound of Dad’s heavyhearted voice as it weaved through metal guitar strings.
* Today Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, the first time the honor has gone to a musician.