take it home:

As time goes by the question of belonging, of where home really is, becomes more vexing and less important in equal measure. It sounds ridiculous to say that the music one first learns to love has anything to do with politics or the place where one lives. In any case, there's a whiff of old-time craziness hanging around any association of music with 'the land'. It would be quite interesting to know what the second-generationers (West Indians and Paks and Injuns) started listening to and how far it branched off from their parents' tastes. Classical, for example. How many working class, non-white people got hooked to it? Of course, the dougal was listening to Rimsky-K even then. But most of the music that floated our way wasn't Rafi or Bach; it was more like Marley and Otis and... of course, as time goes by, baggins becomes baggier, has fewer assumptions or convictions, thinks less of course. ry cooder: music the last bridge between people. Possibly. Probably, as little r says. the old times: nothing can be brought back and we are old now. all we have is this thin raft that is love and memory, and a few books, and a track here or there.