Earlier this year, I lost someone who for many years was very dear to me. This past week, I learned that another who was once close, had also passed recently. Life isn't for the faint of heart.
I suppose if I were a bit older, Dylan would be the standard bearer for my generation, and certainly there are many turns-of-phrase that he made emblematic of the era. But in my life, it's more frequently been Messrs. Browne and Henley (and sometimes Waters/Gilmour) who've written the lyrics that have resonated most.
It's Saturday night, and I've locked the doors to the Wayback Machine, and started the motor. Let's see where she takes us...
Just a couple of boys from Oklahoma and Arkansas. Trivia note: Russell Bridges was Gates' piano player in his high-school band The Accents, in Tulsa. You might remember him as Leon Russell.
And a song that I'm not really sure how popular it was in the USA, as I was in Europe that whole year, where it was very popular. This is the extended version with mutliple movements. Still one of my favorites:
So, I guess mentioning Seals & Crofts in the prior post dislodged a couple of brain cells, whisking me to a time of hope and belief that anything was possible. I'm not suggesting I've become cynical, but, you know, life...
Although the original version of this song is great, the solid gold talent on the Ryman stage is amazing. Along with Dan, probably half of that assemblage has left us (Chet, Waymore, Roy, Glen, and possibly others).
I don't recall seeing Mr. Seals in concert as a solo artist (unless possibly at Billy Bob's), but I do remember seeing him, as England Dan, with John Ford Coley at the Music Mill Amphitheatre at SFOT, circa 1977, and in that same summer and venue, saw his brother with Mr. Crofts.
There seems an elegiac feel to this song, especially so in the studio version with the whistling coda.
Oh, for the days before auto-tune and Pro-Tools...