I love to tell my students when I start a class: ‘When an old woman or man dies, a library burns to the ground.’ You begin to see humanity rather than faceless worlds… it’s the human voice that allows you to enter that intimacy and break down the barriers, the silos… you won’t remember my lectures. What you’ll remember are these sounds, like the ballads and Sacred Harp of white people or the work chants of black people. The music you hear, some of it’s going to really get inside you, and you will carry that with you. And it’s going to open you up.