I use to work with the lead singer Gary Floyd. To be honest he was a bit of a intellectual nerd. We mostly talked about philosophy and shit. He knew more about it than I did, so it was a bit embarrassing for me. The guitar player, Glen Taylor, went on to get a masters in Entomology. I have no idea what happen to Buxf.
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
By the way - I hate frats too...
Rolling Stone: A Rape on Campus: A Brutal Assault and Struggle for Justice at UVA
"Shut up," she heard a man's voice say as a body barreled into her, tripping her backward and sending them both crashing through a low glass table. There was a heavy person on top of her, spreading open her thighs, and another person kneeling on her hair, hands pinning down her arms, sharp shards digging into her back, and excited male voices rising all around her. When yet another hand clamped over her mouth, Jackie bit it, and the hand became a fist that punched her in the face. The men surrounding her began to laugh. For a hopeful moment Jackie wondered if this wasn't some collegiate prank. Perhaps at any second someone would flick on the lights and they'd return to the party.
"Grab its motherfucking leg," she heard a voice say. And that's when Jackie knew she was going to be raped.
She remembers every moment of the next three hours of agony, during which, she says, seven men took turns raping her, while two more – her date, Drew, and another man – gave instruction and encouragement. She remembers how the spectators swigged beers, and how they called each other nicknames like Armpit and Blanket. She remembers the men's heft and their sour reek of alcohol mixed with the pungency of marijuana. Most of all, Jackie remembers the pain and the pounding that went on and on.
I guess I am just in a bad tonight. I can't imagine why...
I guess all I want to say is, don't let these 'new' moment pass. This song was recorded more than 30 years ago - and not much has changed in America since. At some point, somewhere, it has to stop.
If not now, when?
If not us, who?