«(...) the big bugs in the press kept promoting me as the mouthpiece, spokesman, or even conscience of a generation. That was funny. All I'd ever done was sing songs that were dead straight and expressed powerful new realities. I had very little in common with and knew even less about a generation that I was supposed to be the voice of. I'd left my hometown only ten years earlier, wasn't vociferating the opinions of anybody. My destiny lay down the road with whatever life invited, had nothing to do with representing any kind of civilization. Being true to yourself, that was the thing.
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I had no idea what they were thinking. Later an article would hit the streets with the headline "Spokesman Denies That He's a Spokesman". I felt like a piece of meat that someone had thrown to the dogs.»
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