Seeger, who died Monday, was many
things. Sometimes he lived in the country, sometimes he lived in town.
He was equally at home on the range and in the union hall, on top of Old
Smoky and in the apartments of Greenwich Village as a skinny teenager
making music on World War II's eve with men who would become legends and
end up on postage stamps.
From
the beginning, everything about Seeger's background seemed to point him
toward his destiny. He was descended from dissent, from Americans who
challenged authority. That stayed with him until the end, whether the
authority was the mass media, large corporations or the House
Un-American Activities Committee and the blacklists of the 1950s. He
waited, kept singing, and outlasted it.
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