Spent last weekend in the rural town of Tugela Ferry. Woke up one morning to the sound of my album playing in the car stereo outside – my friend had put it on and some eight kids were listening to it while they played in the yard.
Most of them don’t speak English, but as I left two days later I still heard them singing one song:
I’m corrupting the youth!
That’s a beautiful story. Change the world one song at a time.
I do what I can. Even when it’s so fucking hard.