As the quarantine continues and no one really has much variation in their day-to-day lives, there is plenty of time to reflect on any number of things. Obviously, the big issue is the systemic racism embedded in modern American life, so I’m finding myself looking at many different situations, institutions and interactions and trying to see them from the perspective of the oppressed. As the subject of this blog is the discovery of new music, it should come as no surprise that many moments in my life are closely associated with the music I was listening to at the time. I have always been a fan of classic rock and at a certain point in my exploration I learned of the influence of black, southern bluesmen on the rock and roll that characterized the ‘60s and ‘70s. Influence, I came to discover, was an overly generous descriptor for what was, in many cases, the wholesale theft of the work of relatively unknown musicians who themselves never really financially benefitted from their music. Led Zeppelin alone had a slew of songs that were just re-imaginings or straight covers of blues songs from the ‘20s and ‘30s. While its true that some notoriety later came to some, like Robert Johnson, who enjoys a legendary status in the blues world, that hardly makes up for the many white guitarists who made careers off of the sounds and songs that they created. So now it’s our duty to ourselves and society to take a hard look at so many aspects of American society and culture and ask ourselves if things are really as they seem, or is there a land mine of a dirty little secret hiding there to show us another uncomfortable truth about ourselves.