Songs Won't Save The Planet, But Neither

Some Of My Ancestors Were Religious Dissenters Who Came To America Over Three Hundred Years Ago. Others Were Abolitionists In New England In The Eighteen Forties And Fifties.

In The Sixties, During The Vietnam War, When Anarchists And Pacifists And Socialists, Democrats And Republicans, Decent-hearted Americans, All Recoiled With Horror At The Bloodbath, We Came Together.

There Is A Big, Beautiful World That Could Be Destroyed By Selfishness And Foolishness. We Musicians Have It Without Power To Save It. In A Small Way, Every Single One Of Us Counts.

Shh. Listen To The Sounds That Surround You. Notice The Pitches, The Volume, The Timbre, The Many Lines Of Counterpoint. As Light Taught Monet To Paint, The Earth May Be Teaching You Music.

I Don't Think Of God As An Old White Man With No Belly Button, Nor Even An Old Black Woman With No Belly Button. But I Agree That God Is Something Eternal. Something Cannot Come Out Of Nothing. I Believe God Is Everything. And I Believe In Infinity.