Who divides the flowers from the weeds? It occurs to me that the closest I will come in my lifetime to living in an integrated world all happened because of rock'n'roll. My naive dreams of a world without war were fueled by rock'n'roll, too.
You live for awhile, then you die.
When someone asked my pal, David Amram, what he thought happened when life was over, he looked over his shoulder, waved his arm and hollered, "Next!"
Nearly as I can tell, we don't get to pick the time in which we live. This has been the time that I would have chosen.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. Come on, rock'n'roll, save us again.