It is the best work that lasts, says this fine musician who’s created plenty, and history determines what that is: “Time will tell,” he says. I demur: “Time won’t tell.” It may be that only good work endures, but just a tiny portion of it will be enjoyed 100 years from now, and that selection is unpredictable. George Gissing was a wonderful nineteenth century writer, but who reads him today outside of a classroom? An amiable disagreement plus some terrific singing, under the benign gaze of Humanities NY.
- PERSON: Ramblin’ Jack Elliot
- PLACE: Lake Waccabuck
- THING: a peg winder
- RANDY’S Thing: late-life remorse