Thursday, November 15, 2012
Raging at the dying of the light
All my heros are on Social Security now. Holy Mackeral.
I grieved when they turned 60. 62. 65.
Hell, I grieved when they turned 30.
Then Ringo turned 70. So did Bobby Dylan.
Who turned/turns 70 this year? Lots. The calendar says...
Country Joe McDonald
Woodstock. Gimme an "F".
Jefferson Airplane. Punched out a Hell's Angel at Altamont, on the trailer with the Stones, remember?
Can't say anything bad about Nash. Nobody can.
Three Dog night's three lead singers ALL turned 70 this year.
I forgive her for marrying Neil Sedaka because she wrote the Tapestry Album.
Peter Tork and Mike Nesmith
Davy Jones will never see 70. And I'm sorry.
'S true. "McGuinn and McGuire, justa catchin' fire, in LA - you know where that's at..." You remember Roger - he's the Byrd who didn't father/donate to Ethridge's child or have a liver transplant.
Ok, he was never my hero, but still.
Brian Wilson and Al Jardine both
Jesus Jesus Jesus!
Gary Pucket. Johnny Rivers.
I can live with that.
Petula Clark turned 80 today.
Not a rocker, but still, You know? huh?