But no, I never went to college.I've slept in some strange places, but the library wasn't one of them.I studied rock and roll and I grew up in Dublin in the 70s;music was an alarm bell for me.It woke me up to the world.I was 17 when I first saw The Clash, and it just sounded like revolution.The Clash were like: "This is a public service announcement--with guitars."I was the kid in the crowd who took it at face value.Later I learned that a lot of the rebels were in it for the T-shirt.They'd wear the boots but they wouldn't march.They'd smash bottles on their heads but they wouldn't go to something more painful like a town hall meeting.By the way I felt like that myself until recently.I didn't expect change to come so slow.So agonizingly slow.I didn't realize that the biggest obstacle to political and social progress wasn't the Free Masons,or the Establishment, or the boot heal of whatever you consider "the Man" to be.It was something much more subtle.As the provost just referred to,a combination of our own indifference and the Kafkaesque labyrinth of "no's" you encounteras people vanish down the corridors of bureaucracy.
