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Very little of Amidon's material is "original": a folk singer in the traditional sense, what he does is craft old songs in new ways. His originality – which impresses throughout – lies in the choice of song, and how he treats them. Nursery rhymes, a love tune by Big Star, gnarled gospel, an R&B ballad by R Kelly: it is all equal to Amidon.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/apr/12/sam-amidon-review
Aha, so folk music is a remix culture!
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The year is 2092. In Robo Jung Il XI's oppressive worldwide dictatorship, baking is outlawed under Anti-DIY laws. This edict is enforced rigidly. In the remote Provincial countryside, my young great-granddaughter bakes orange marmalade cookies in the dead of night. She knows the ingredients and their measures by touch; the cover offered by darkness had conditioned her senses. She hums to herself as she sightlessly rolls out dough. Though it is a slight action, it causes waves of hope that rouse the neighbors from their coffins. They learn to love each other. In a world where nothing but kimchi is allowed to be eaten, my great-granddaughter serves the people dessert.
Man is often like a beetle, kept on its back; he waves his little arms in silent longing, grasps at every blade that anyone holds out to him, steadily believing he will find salvation in this blade.
Wasily Kandinsky, in "Reminiscences"
Thus within the depths of our own souls the dead die a second time.
George Rodenbach, "Bruges-la-Morte"
Slumber side by side was the most befitting of refuges, if Christian hope was powerless to realize for wedded lovers a spiritual immortality.
Georges Rodenbach, "Bruges-la-Morte"