Known by many as John Denver; (December 31, 1943 – October 12, 1997)
This morning, while doing my exercises, I put an LP album of his greatest hits on my Victrola. Listening to songs that have long been favorites of mine and listened to 100s of times, I reflected on the life of such a talented human being and his early demise:
What dreams and goals of his went unrealized because he died when he did?
posted by rel at 5:38 AM
5 Comments:
We'll never know. But he died doing something he loved, and that is a kind of gift.
John was a great talent. He was a great songwriter, as well as, a vocalist and an entertainer. Seems he really cared cared about the environment with the different causes he chose to campaign for. I believe he was in search of finding a personal way to fly, in relation to being environmentally conscious.
His songs leave a legacy of wholesomeness, and a cause for simpler times.
I still sing his songs when I ski... often "Annie's Song", the rhythm is wonderful.
and this one is a favorite, too... but not for skiing.
The sun is slowly fading in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever for the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime,
Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again.
There's a heavy fog between me and my mountains
It's enough to make a grown man sit and cry
It's enough to make you wonder,
It's enough to make the world roll up and die.
I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be
the way the people work with their machines
Serenity's a long time coming to me
In fact, I don't believe that I know what it means anymore.
In the east, a shaded moon is hanging lazily
I do believe I saw the old man smile.
I do believe I did,
I do believe that he's been laughing all the while.
There's a bar/restaurant here in Minneapolis called Nye's Pollanaise, and in the bar section a woman named "Sweet Lou" sits at the piano, able to play hundreds and hundreds of songs by memory. One of my favorite remembrances of this bar is the variety of people sitting around this piano: elderly men in suits, college girls with nose piercings, every age/style in between, all singing "Take Me Home, Country Roads".
Thanks for making me remember that!
Pearl
He was one of the few people I saw in person at the Cow Palace in Oakland...traveled across country driving listening to his music in the 70's...miss him deartly...bkm
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