Don’t act like you thought you were getting through Thanksgiving without this.
Emily
Don’t act like you thought you were getting through Thanksgiving without this.
Emily
This might be the saddest song ever written — and as we approach Labor Day next week, a stark reminder of why the labor movement was (and is) necessary. The first time I heard this was at a Woody Guthrie anniversary concert at the Brady Theater in Tulsa a few years ago. It made me mad then. It makes me mad now. If it doesn’t make you mad, I have serious questions about whether you could pass Philip K. Dick’s empathy test.
Emily
Because, really, what else is a folkie going to post on Thanksgiving?
Emily
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Oh. Em. Gee.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Eeeeeeeeeeeee!
Eeeeeeeeeee!
Judy Collins is coming back to Woodyfest!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
OMG!
Eeeeee!
Judy. Freakin’. COLLINS.
Who needs the TARDIS? Apparently 1968 is coming to Okemah this summer. Judy Collins, Arlo Guthrie, and — OMG! — Melanie, all in the same weekend.
Eep!
Commence hyperventilation in 3 … 2 … 1 …
*Faints*
Emily