Radio 77, side B, track 6: “For What It’s Worth” by Buffalo Springfield

Oh, Buffalo Springfield, well this seems like a heavy song for a Sunday.  But that’s okay, especially since this song is pretty fantastic and is unbelievably evocative.  Every time I listen to it, I think of a lazy, hazy, scorch of a day, full of simmering anger.  The one thing I DON’T like about these awesome protest songs is that they still feel relevant.  I long for the day when songs like this will seem quaint rather than prescient.  In the meantime, there’s a good chance that the first version of this song I ever heard was sung by a possum:

lyrics to “For What It’s Worth”