RIP, Pete Seeger

(update, 1/30: Greg Mitchell has a first-person account of Pete’s last night from Peter Yarrow)

Today, I have no words. If you need words, do yourself a favor and let them be his, not mine or anyone else’s. Here are my three favorites (last one at the bottom):

I am not going to answer any questions as to my association, my philosophical or religious beliefs or my political beliefs, or how I voted in any election, or any of these private affairs. I think these are very improper questions for any American to be asked, especially under such compulsion as this.

~ to the House Unamerican Activities Committee, August 18, 1955.

More than that, though, Pete Seeger believed in the power of song. Today, his music, and his spirit, should speak for themselves, alone:

I have sung in hobo jungles, and I have sung for the Rockefellers, and I am proud that I have never refused to sing for anybody.

Today, my only words are thank you, you magnificent human. And farewell.

and finally, with joy, all the way to the very end of his life:

This banjo surrounds hate and forces it to surrender. ~ Pete Seeger