Besides being a frustrated card counter hanging out in Atlantic city on weekends -- he counts the cards ok, but the cheating makes him break out in hives -- Mr. Sartwell put himself through various levels of education by alternately stealing hubcaps and vandalizing heavy construction equipment or writing rock and roll criticism.
Having an actual philosopher who actually knows something about the subject teaching American popular music to a college class is pretty amazing; usually this is done by musicologists who are tired of not getting the difference between a rondo and a fugue across to a composition class; or, someone who majored in "American Studies" and is just scavenging around the edge. So it's cool...good for him, and good for his students.
Of course, all is not well. Crispy responds to a comment below indicating that the students seem alienated and bored. Well shit, man, they expected that you'd just have them listen to the Clash for a semester. Anarchist philosophy prof who lives in an old schoolhouse -- what the hell else would they expect?
Here's another example:
The original by some teenagers from Detroit in prom dresses:
And then about 15 years later, there was this, recorded in Cobo Hall, Detroit:
Compare, contrast and evaluate listing influences and examples...