If Bob Dylan was the Sun God for young Jewish summer-camp lefties, Phil Ochs was like a beloved local deity. Every morning but Shabbat, we would sing his subversively patriotic “Power And The Glory” (“but she’s only as rich as the poorest of the poor, only as free as the padlocked prison door”) to our very conflicted raising of the U.S. flag. At the weekly kumsitz (singalong), counselors regaled us with “Draft Dodger Rag,” Ochs’s wry spoof on avoiding Selective Service. I had brought my guitar and learned to bang out the songs.
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