‘I felt like a warrior for this viscerally powerful music I heard all around me. I heard it in Richard Hell’s band at CBGB. I heard it at block parties, in the Cuban music bleeding through the walls of my Lower East Side apartment. I heard it in Haitian rara, in Croatian wedding music. I couldn’t figure out yet what all this music had in common, but I was ready to go to war for this cause. I wanted to reach people’s souls and make them dance, or cry, or puke.” Marc Ribot is on a phone call remembering the...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
