I’m listening to Frampton Comes Alive! and thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve blogged.
Como siempre, health issues arise and fall, but I’m tired of talking about those.
Work has been good, if not terribly busy. I’m writing some great pieces for work and I am proud of that.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young and really loving that music from my childhood. It’s made me think about how old my musical idols are and how people are dying every day and too soon, it will be Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon, Peter Frampton, Yusef Islam (Cat Stevens) and more.
My mom brought this music to me. From The Association and The Moody Blues to America and, of course, Pink Floyd and Queen.
My sister Amy gave me Kansas, Styx, Aerosmith, Boston, and The Eagles.
Amy and I had a tumultuous life together. She died of an accidental overdose to Fentanyl in 2011, before everyone carried Narcan. We really didn’t like each other very much, even if we loved each other deep, deep down.
My favorite memory of her… with her… was when I was driving her somewhere and we had not been talking for an hour, just listening to the radio. We were probably angry with each other, hence our silence. Then “American Pie” by Don McLean came on and without hesitation, we both sang every word of that 8 minute, 37 second long song together. I remember crying as it ended because it had been the most tender moment I’d ever shared with my sister. It turned out to be the most tender moment I would ever share with her.
I can feel that love flowing from us still… a beloved memory recreated with music.
Navelgazing Writer 