I'm a big fan of Anthrax's music... for the most part, Charlie's statement seems to be a matter of emotional venting. Besides, it's not like musicians really understand politics. I don't let politicians tell me who to listen to, and I don't let musicians tell me who to vote for.
"...it's not like musicians really understand politics.."
I think some do. Most are better at understanding humans... which is an artist's job.
Dylan:
"...I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."
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What do you call a guy who hangs out with musicians?
A drummer.
I'm a big fan of Anthrax's music... for the most part, Charlie's statement seems to be a matter of emotional venting. Besides, it's not like musicians really understand politics. I don't let politicians tell me who to listen to, and I don't let musicians tell me who to vote for.
Amen - I could name about a hundred bands that rock that are seriously misguided politically.
It's just that he's the drummer. anyone who has played in a band knows not to let your drummer speak for you!
"...it's not like musicians really understand politics.."
I think some do. Most are better at understanding humans... which is an artist's job.
Dylan:
"...I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."
Dylan, A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall, 1963
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