Anthems for the Ancients

It seems to me a crime that we should age
These fragile times should never slip us by
A time you never can or shall erase
As friends together watch their childhood fly

The other night I was coming home in a cab. Work in my briefcase. Tired. Cranky. A little crushed by life, work and the weight of 4o some winters. As I slumped back in the seat I heard the first chords... and that sweet guitar. "If I leave here tomorrow...
would you still remember me..."

I remember 17. And the backroads to the beach at Wolf's Pond Park- watching the sun come up long, long past curfew and not caring. In the back seat of a '72 GTO snugged up under an old leather jacket with a high school boy too far in the past to have a name. The early summer air filtering through the windows and the full realm of possibilities drifting over me.

These songs- these anthems- you have them. From the days of liner notes and albums. The song that now comes on the oldies station (dear god the OLDIES station). But the amazing thing is they do not make you feel old- they make you remember- and feel- how good young felt. How good then felt. And though I am certain while hearing that song, that morning- on the GTO's 8 track player, that I was in a MESS of trouble. I smile. And it's still that good.

You have a song- you know what it is- find it- dig it out or download it. Forget Viagra or the dry martini ... this is it. Play it and you'll know what I mean.

:) X