Jerry Lee Lewis is damned, says his cousin Jimmy Lee Swaggart, and so are the profane Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker. O Jesus help us, the demons are everywhere — in the IRS and in the PTL, in the computer and in our crotches, and most certainly in the hellfire of rock ’n’ roll. Let us pray.
“Village radicalism wasn’t a worker’s movement, not really. It was a bohemian movement with working-class sympathies ... a species of radical bohemianism that ought to be called, after its finest expositor, John Reedism.”