Folk-music legend Pete Seeger passed away at 94 yesterday.
In his memory, we’d like to highlight Nell Boeschenstein’s Rumpus essay about him, “Pete Seeger: The Voice That Belongs to the Body.”
But lately it had become clear that Pete is no relic. This 90-year-old man who was straightening the piles of holiday cards in need of stamps and addresses on his kitchen table, who still chops his own wood and owns neither a computer nor a television nor an answering machine, is relevant, contemporary, vital. Essential, even.