Joy
As I meander amongst my fellow leftists I find unexpected delight in their fondness for primal yet sophisticated music. It reveals glimpses of the optimism that so often lies hidden beneath a rage-spattered canvas.

Jeanne D'Arc first attracted me with a reference to Billie Holiday boldly displayed in her subhead. Her thoughtful prose about Billie and all manner of other meaningful things kept me coming back.

And today as I adjusted to the change of pace that Charles Pierce brings to Altercation suddenly amongst the adjectival garden was a profound song of praise to Muddy Waters. He finds vast hope in the music as do I. Go find some and fall into it. Feed your soul.