Furthur World Peace Cruise

Furthur World Peace Cruise


As I have said many times, the extraordinary experiences I have had with my very international crew have added a layer of joy that I did not expect. Not only is it great fun to have so many people, languages and cultures on board, it is a statement of the world around us.

I was raised in the heart of the Cold War. We lived at the epicenter of the Western military defense structure; hence we were a primary target if a nuclear attack occurred. We had weekly air raid drills, Wednesday at 11:00. Depending on how “hot” the “cold” war was we took different approaches to the drills. I do recall sitting on a tiny rubber eraser (somehow this would keep us from the bazillion volts expected to come through the earth) under my desk—not comfortable. When the Cubin Missile Crisis hit the news they actually evacuated our school, with no plan. My neighbors Dad picked us up and told us that the bombs would land that night, we were all going to die. I remember Khrushchev pounding his shoe on a table yelling “I will bury your children” frightening even on a small black and white TV to a small boy.

Next came the Viet Nam War, I could go on and on but jest to say, it changed the country. A byproduct of the war was a plethora of fantastic protest songs. Some enraged; I remember the anger one of my favorite adults had over “the Eve of Destruction”. Some were timely, CCR’s “It aint Me” and some were timeless; Blowin’ in the Wind being the hallmark of this genre.

So I have lived through the times of fear, and to each time a young soul has boarded Furthur. There was a time when my Father fought Germans and a time wonderful crew from Germany. There was a time of immobilizing fear in the Cold War, and a time of Russian and Chinese Crew. There is a time of fear in the Mid-East and a time of Israeli and Iranian Crew. If you go back before my years, we fought the British, Spanish and French many times and yes even the sweet girl from Georgia might have been an enemy in past times.

So if you had told the young Brian, pounding away at his fifteen dollar Stella guitar singing the newest Dylan song what the future would bring he might not have believed you. What happened here was just not one of the possibilities believed in in 1964.

So it is with a tear in my eye and joy in my heart that I sat down with our crew from Russia, Anya, to tape a couple songs we had sung together. She picked Blowin’ in the Wind, a song that I have cherished for nearly 50 years and apparently still holds a place in the heart of the young. I would like to think Bob Dylan would be proud to hear this, as I believe his song did change the world and I thank him.

note; if the utube link does not work, it is in the video section of this website–hope you enjoy!