My Little Secret--Photo Friday challenge for the weekShhhhhhhh..... Don't tell anyone, but sometimes, when a bout of nostalgia takes over my senses, I pull out this oldie-goldie and transport myself to high school days.
I still remember the first time I heard it. It was the summer of 1970, and I was barely 17 years old, listening to the radio while I ironed my father's shirts. It was the heady years of FM radio--back in the days when the air waves weren't controlled by corporate cash machines but actually played--are you ready for this?--whole albums. Cult favs. Bands with weird names like King Crimson and Jethro Tull. Before Elton John discovered big glasses; before Jefferson Airplane begat the Starship; when we could all recite the parts of the Woodstock album about the hamburger guy whose stand burnt down.
So I'm ironing, and half-listening, and then "Fire and Rain" comes on. I was completely blown away. I called my friend Diane (still my friend lo these many years later) and practically barked into the receiver: "Turn on the radio. You're not going to believe this song." Turns out she was listening, too.
I don't listen to the CD very often. But sometimes, when an inexplicable mood comes over me, it's the perfect memory at the perfect time. Maybe someday you'll do the same.
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Yep, summer of 1970, I was still sixteen , until november, saw bands like Jethro Tull in smoky university dining halls, in small dance halls, james Taylor, Fire and Rain, oh yes, memories, I always liked songs that seemed to tell a story, still do, Simon and Garfunkel, And Arlo Guthries Alices Restaurant.
I remember with it... going out on long bike rides with my friend, smell of fresh-mowed lawn, that awkward teenage feeling of always being out of step with the world, also the feeling that anything, just anything is possible.
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