Back in 1972, when I was 18, I went out to a party after a concert - probably John Roberts and Tony Barrand - run by the Cornell Folk Song Club. The party involved a lot of singing, a lot of cats, and a raccoon named Marshmallow, but that's not the point. The point is that this guy drove me home that night, we sat talking in his car until 5am, and he's been a friend ever since: Bill Steele.
One of the things I learned pretty early about Bill was that he loved Pete Seeger, he'd written a song called Garbage!, and one of the proudest things that had happened to him was that Pete Seeger had recorded his song.
The song is 40 years old this year and, sadly, is as true now as it ever was.
But still: happy birthday, Garbage!