This fourth show of Teacher On The Radio for 2008 has its roots in the 1980s, a time when I embraced the anthems of rock in all their aspects. The bands I loved then proffered enormous hopes on the edge of even larger sounds. With so many old school outpourings in an aptitude for awesomeness, this setlist tonight takes a page from my past but pushes to the future.
In particular, I decided to air this program on the eve of Super Tuesday. I realize that these are the kinds of songs that candidates love and that get stolen by politicians prepping another stump speech. The history of rock anthems is highly commercial and appropriately contaminated by images of fans waving fists to a Queen song like “We Are the Champions” being blared a sporting event. For me, I look at a particular kind of anthem that holds a spiritual side and socially conscious kernel.
On the eve of Mardi Gras, on the eve of the day when 22 states vote, I am reviving the visionary side of grandiose rock and roll that rocked my world when I was 15, 16, 17 years of age. And I got the idea of how to do this show just a few weeks ago. Early in 2008, I was watching a campaign event on YouTube. (And frankly, it would be shameful to admit how much YouTube I’ve watched lately).
The lights went dark. A song began to fill the room. Even though the music was recorded and merely being piped through the PA system, it conjured the emotions of the opening song at a rock and roll show. I know the song poignantly and painfully well. “City of
Let me be clear: in my deejay hat and teacher hat and journalist’s hat, I’m in no place to endorse any politician, left or right. Moreover, as Little Steven sang in a tune that’s been covered by many including
But all that said, I want to keep it real. After eight frightening years of terror and war, I wonder what in the world I can do. We all face the waxing realization that economic meltdown and icecaps melting might end life as we know it. Something entirely different is required to get us inspired and out of the mire. Tomorrow, we vote. Tomorrow, everyone of us gets to choose.
As cynical as some can get about politics, are we really choosing to live outside the system to the extent possible or just embracing apathy because that seems like the easy way out? We have the right to vote, and this is a freedom I will claim. We have to decide. Just by confessing in public the private choice I made in the early voting booth, I must make clear that this is not an endorsement. I would much rather everyone did their own research and made their own decisions. Check out the Tennessee Tech student newspaper, where an editorial writer and self-proclaimed Dennis Kucinich supporter admitted that he switched parties for Super Tuesday and threw his support behind Ron Paul. But I decided differently, and I think you might agree that I made the correct choice.
There’s a long quote from professor, activist, and author Cornel West that reflects my sympathies, and I share it here. It certainly contains ideas shared by one of this year’s contenders:
“Last, but not least, there is a need for audacious hope. And it’s not optimism. I’m in no way an optimist. I’ve been black in
Of course I come from a tradition, a black church tradition, in which we defined faith as stepping out on nothing and landing on something. That's the history of black folk in this country. Hope against hope. And yet still trying to sustain the notion that we world-weary and tired peoples, all peoples in this society, can be energized and galvanized around causes and principles and ideals that are bigger than us, that can appeal to the better angels of our nature, so that we, in fact, can reach the conclusion that the world is incomplete—that history is unfinished, that the future is open-ended, that what we think and what we do does make a difference.”