By Robyn Rubinstein
Throughout recorded time, and probably since the end of the Neolithic Age, there have been three kinds of people in the world, the High, the Middle, and the Low. They have been subdivided in many ways, they have borne countless different names, and their relative numbers, as well as their attitude towards one another, have varied from age to age: but the essential structure of society has never altered. Even after enormous upheavals and seemingly irrevocable changes, the same pattern has always reasserted itself, just as a gyroscope will always return to equilibrium, however far it is pushed one way or the other. The aims of these three groups are entirely irreconcilable. The aim of the High is to remain where they are. The aim of the Middle is to change places with the High. The aim of the Low, when they have an aim - for it is an abiding characteristic of the Low that they are too much crushed by drudgery to be more than intermittently conscious of anything outside their daily lives - is to abolish all distinctions and create a society in which all men shall be equal. Thus throughout history a struggle which is the same in its main outlines recurs over and over again. For long periods the High seem to be securely in power, but sooner or later there always comes a moment when they lose either their belief in themselves or their capacity to govern efficiently, or both. They are then overthrown by the Middle, who enlist the Low on their side by pretending to them that they are fighting for liberty and justice. As soon as they have reached their objective, the Middle thrust the Low back into their old position of servitude, and themselves become the High. Presently a new Middle group splits off from one of the other groups, or from both of them, and the struggle begins over again. Of the three groups, only the Low are never even temporarily successful in achieving their aims. It would be an exaggeration to say that throughout history there has been no progress of a material kind. Even today, in a period of decline, the average human being is physically better off than he was a few centuries ago. But no advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer. From the point of view of the Low, no historic change has ever meant much more than a change in the name of their masters.
-From 1984 by George Orwell
(This quote is found inside the Coalition of the Willing disc.)
It's not easy to have a conversation with genius. I don't mean a specific genius but the unadulterated essence of genius. How do you talk to someone whose whole being exudes genuine creativity and art? As with several things, drinks help. You need to loosen up just a touch, to stop feeling overwhelmed and to start taking it all in. Even after a few Bloody Marys with Bobby Previte, I was still blown away. He's been described as "a serious composer with the heart of a roadhouse rocker" (Village Voice), but the depth of his personality goes far beyond that. Like his music, he is hard, cool, indefinable, self-effacing, wryly sarcastic, and flat-out brilliant. His musical gamut is as varied as the topics upon which he can pontificate: Mark Rothko, politics, the futility and necessity of revolution, where the Renaissance and the Middle Ages overlap, the Minutemen, how real crap is far superior to fake crap, Joan Miro, and the sacred nature of heavy metal in conjunction with medieval choirs. Bobby Previte may be the genuine article of complete originality. He's undeniably the most talented and the coolest drummer who you've perhaps never heard of.
Bobby Previte by Michael DiDonna