I’ve done a new video segment for the Bill Moyers Journal blog.

After you watch it, please listen to this.

My dear friend Ron Pyke has a new blog. You must check it out. He’s inspired me to post more here, and we’re looking into combining our efforts.

Whenever I hear Baby Boomers complain that nobody writes good protest songs anymore, I force them to shut up while I recite this gem by my good friend and musical collaborator Guy Crundwell:

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Cross-posted at the Bill Moyers Journal blog.

Imagine climbing a hundred-foot radio tower in the howling headwinds of a Category 3 hurricane so that you can stay on the air and keep your neighbors informed as catastrophe bears down. Or remaining at your post, on the mic and on the air, as floodwaters engulf the radio studio. Or pouring every cent of your income into the station to say on the air the aftermath, even though you’re living in a FEMA-issue trailer because you’ve lost your home and everything in it.

I can’t. But Brice Phillips has done every one of those things. And that’s why he’s one of the most remarkable people I’ve ever met, and an inspiration to those of us who believe that community radio has the power to change lives — and save lives.

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That’s my friend Ron Pyke’s variant punchline for one of history’s great anti-jokes.*

This is apropos of the ongoing New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest, which is significantly funnier than the real thing.

* Though I remain a passionate fan of John Cleese’s Frenchmen-in-a-bar-with-a-camel-bartender classic, but I can’t seem to find it online.