My love was telling me that she had to write a paper on a protest song. “Phil Ochs”, I said immediately. I think even Bob Dylan thought Phil Ochs was the best there was (didn’t he? I’m sure I read that once, but I’m too tired to Google it).
A couple of minutes ago I turned on Apple Music on my iPhone. The home page gave its suggestions. This was near the top of the page:
Coincidence? Can Apple read my mind?
Inside the Red Head's Head 