It's all we can do

From the guilt file of things I forgot to link, a reflection from Consequence of Sound on the intersection of the personal and political in "Streets." Excerpt:

It makes me wonder that if you have a truly grand, wonderful, life-giving song like “Streets”, you have to start with a humble beginning – a barren desert, a destitute village of back-breaking poverty – like a redwood growing from a tiny acorn. Consider that when listening to “Where the Streets Have No Name”, U2, and supposedly empty gestures from activist artists. Consider the background of the artist and the struggle they went through – what they’ve seen.

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