“Front porch, kitchen, back yard, drunk and sober, young and old, coast-to-coast folk music, a world in which I discovered that I don’t need power, wealth, or fame. I need friends. And that’s what I found and still find.
You folkies out there! Comrades! We’ve created together a whole small world of song, story, travel, love and food, face to face, in every corner of the land, mutually supportive and happening at a sub-industrial level, below the level of media notice. Hooray for us! Who needs the “entertainment” industry? Who needs mass media? Small is beautiful!
To hell with the mainstream. It’s polluted. What purifies the mainstream? The little tributaries up in the wilderness where the pure water flows. Better to be lost in the tributaries known to a few than mired in the mainstream, consumed with self-love and the absurdity of greed.
Please. Don’t give our world up. It needs to grow, yes — but subtly, out, through, under, quietly, like water eroding stone, subversive, alive, happy.”
U. Utah Phillips (1935 - 2008)