Today’s morose moment comes to me compliments of the recent shootings continuing that bizarre path of national destruction, one jot at a time and a bit exacerbated by the end of summer.
Today’s youth has no monopoly on their feelings of separation; nor are those feelings limited to any one gender or generation.
Now as then, not every day is roses and sunshine. And the rain that feeds those roses can also feed tears of joy, tears of sadness, and some quiet tears of remembrance of the then, the when and the now and then …….. And not all tears are bad, and nothing is better than when they are accompanied by that quiet smile and a distant look.
I remember so many good times from my youth at the “Point”, but I, for one, know I was not denied the angst and quiet solitude of youth and the feeling of an “aloneness.”
We had no internet, social media, or anti-social algorithms to bring us down.
We had our friends during the day for a little assist and accountability. And we had our radio and music to uplift us with tunes, melodies, and lyrics.
And I even recall vividly the sad songs which encouraged a peacefulness and not an outrage. Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowland, Diamonds and Rust, I’ll Do My Crying in the Rain, In My Life, In My Room, and more.
Quiet pre-hippy-esque times with my lava lamp, my blue light, my psychedelic posters, and little sticks of incense.
Although I knew Dylan and Baez had a thing, I never knew she recorded an album of his songs or that she recorded Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands in her hauntingly beautiful voice.