Great story of a great artist, who dared to push all kind of boundaries. In the late 1950s, if you were into rock and roll, living in a small town, feeling a little bit out of joint and strangled by the prohibitions of the Catholic Church, as I was, you loved Little Richard. He, and he wasn’t alone, shattered the cultural, social, and musical norms that felt, for me anyway, like a straight jacket. And, in doing so, he gave me license to live and think outside the suffocating weight of official society, and not feel too bad about it.
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Sam Webb
I'm a long-time socialist and activist, but new to the blogging world. I hope to bring a different perspective on politics, sports, culture, and Marxism. Besides blogging, I also leave plenty of time for swimming, hiking, ESPN, music, reading, drinking good beer, and, not least, my family and friends. I wish I could play basketball, but my knees ruled out that possibility long ago.
While I currently reside in New York, my politically formative years were spent in Portland, Me. and Detroit during the 1970s and 1980s. I graduated from St. Francis Xavier University in Nova Scotia (where I played basketball) and received a MA in economics from the University of Connecticut.
I was the national chairperson of the Communist Party, USA from 2000 until 2014 when I stepped down at the convention. In 2016 I resigned from the Communist Party two years later. We were no longer on the same page.
