I’m spending this bright, chirpy, 60F morning on the porch with Hooray for the Riff Raff. This reverse murder ballad has become a part of civil rights movements. I’ve listened to many murder ballads: a litany of Eliza Days with “roses planted ‘twixt their teeth”. This is their point of view. It never fails to punch me in the guts.
Follow that up with the reflective and stirring Pa’lante.