My high-school heart-throb, Phil Ochs, is now the subject of a new documentary, There But For Fortune. Turns out he was Jewish. Who knew? Not that it figured at all in his work.
I loved his music and now realize how lucky I was that my Israeli parents didn't understand the lyrics of his songs or I might not have been able to play them -- his records, my guitar -- as loudly and often as I did. Oh, those were the days when my politics were straight forward and not at all complicated.