Children died, the days grew cold,
A piece of bread could buy a bag of gold;
I wish we’d all been ready.”
~ Larry Norman, 1971
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.”
~ Bob Dylan, 1974
Two deep movements launched, hot in the afterburners of America’s Cultural Revolution of the ’60s, each with prophetic visions. The human intellectual legacies of those movements are reaching the apex of their influence.
At the heart of one was the violent overthrow of the United States of America to replace it with the dictatorship of the proletariat.
Barack Obama is their work product.
At the heart of the other was the transformation of the human heart to rebuild it according to a 2000-year-old, allegedly supernatural blueprint, voluntarily, person by person.
And it is not yet manifest what they shall have produced.
Larry Norman passed away last February, unnoticed by us, as we were engaged in a hot war over whether the Washington State Republican Party would abide by its own Convention/Caucus rules (They decided against it). But his passing was in keeping with the cataclysmic losses and destructions of the 2008 Presidential Election Year.
So much died in 2008.
The political wreckage of 2008, the self-deconstruction of the GOP and the directly resultant dismemberment of American Industry is now strewn across history like the wake of a tornado, much of it as we predicted fourteen days before Larry’s death. [see: Winds of Disaster]
But here, as a belated memorial, is Norman from the early days:
And the later years:
And a tribute from his generation: