Another Gordon Lightfoot tune that some of y'all might be familiar with...
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Love the country and community...this old rocker quit listening to most newer music in 79...but Wana live in a high desert town with couches outside in front of trailers and feral children...totally felt like home to me
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Even though this sounds like a love song, supposedly Sammy Hagar was referring to alien abduction in this song.
Here he explains how he blended the concepts
164K views · 5.9K reactions | Have you heard? Aliens are among us. 👽 ...and they inspired this iconic Van Halen track! Sammy dishes the on the details behind "Love Walks In" in this... | By Sammy Hagar (The Red Rocker) | Facebook
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This can be in Videos as well, plus today's Beethoven's birthday:
I might've posted it before...
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
I might've posted it before...
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
It was 1985, my wife wanted to move back East to where her family was from. We lived in Nevada, as she had moved with me after we got hitched five years prior.. She didn't like the desert as much as I did. So we put all our stuff in storage and drove to Alaska, like you do. She didn't like Alaska either, or rather she didn't like where I parked the trailer in the middle of the Woods. Or the fact that I had to go to work because gas was so much money in the Yukon Territory that we didn't needed to earn enough to make sure we could get back to Carson and still have enough to rent a truck and drive across country with all our stuff.
We drove up in April of 1985, and this song came out on the radio. At the time I was a young hippie who didn't know what to do. I needed to work so I can make some money to ensure we could do what we wanted to do and she didn't want to live in the woods in the trailer in the middle of nowhere with bears and mooses and wolves and such. So she flew back to her grandmother's house and planned to meet me when I got back out of Alaska. Or if I remember rightly her words were... If you don't meet me back at the condo in Tahoe on our anniversary there is no need for you to come back from Alaska.
I had alwayswanted sometime in my life to spend a summer, a winter, and a summer in Alaska. I wanted to experience a winter, and I figured getting a summer on both ends would have been the ticket. But it looked like that wasn't going to work out, or my marriage wouldn't work out. So I spent the summer in Alaska, making money spending money, working 60 hours a week plowing cable underground for a while, framing houses and apartments, horseback riding and bar hopping sometimes at the same time, salmon and halibut fishing, flying in a hot air balloon, kayaking amongst beluga whales in the turnigan arm, it was a heck of a summer. Wasilla, Talkeetna, the Kenai, Denali, Fairbank...the locals called snow on the chugatch poker dust...cause it meant the summer tourists would go home.
It was August, and time to start getting back. I met a friend who worked at an airport cargo company managed to have my van and myself back in excess space on a plane headed to San Francisco. At the last minute that didn't work out and I had to get my butt on the road and Drive South. I had sold my trailer, I bought 2 55 gallon drums and laid them on the side you filled them up with 99 cent fuel so I could drive right through the Yukon and not pay $5 a gallon.
I made it back to the condo at Tahoe, but along the way picked up three hitchhikers, wrecked the van, packed up 17 boxes and mailed them to Maryland, hitchhiked back into the states from the far northern border of British Columbia, had to donate my van to the queen and then fly to Reno to get there by our anniversary.
We spent a week at the lake, and unpacking the storage shed and packing everything into a rental truck. We hooked our Subaru wagon to the back and drove to Maryland and been here ever since.
There are dozen or more more stories from that summer...
But , I digress somebody asked a question that reminded me of the song , the song I heard all that summer of 1985 on the radio . And remembering that song had a bunch of memories but fled into my brain and now you are the recipient . I did not go to Vietnam, instead hitchhiked across country @19.... But this song fairly describes me.
We drove up in April of 1985, and this song came out on the radio. At the time I was a young hippie who didn't know what to do. I needed to work so I can make some money to ensure we could do what we wanted to do and she didn't want to live in the woods in the trailer in the middle of nowhere with bears and mooses and wolves and such. So she flew back to her grandmother's house and planned to meet me when I got back out of Alaska. Or if I remember rightly her words were... If you don't meet me back at the condo in Tahoe on our anniversary there is no need for you to come back from Alaska.
I had alwayswanted sometime in my life to spend a summer, a winter, and a summer in Alaska. I wanted to experience a winter, and I figured getting a summer on both ends would have been the ticket. But it looked like that wasn't going to work out, or my marriage wouldn't work out. So I spent the summer in Alaska, making money spending money, working 60 hours a week plowing cable underground for a while, framing houses and apartments, horseback riding and bar hopping sometimes at the same time, salmon and halibut fishing, flying in a hot air balloon, kayaking amongst beluga whales in the turnigan arm, it was a heck of a summer. Wasilla, Talkeetna, the Kenai, Denali, Fairbank...the locals called snow on the chugatch poker dust...cause it meant the summer tourists would go home.
It was August, and time to start getting back. I met a friend who worked at an airport cargo company managed to have my van and myself back in excess space on a plane headed to San Francisco. At the last minute that didn't work out and I had to get my butt on the road and Drive South. I had sold my trailer, I bought 2 55 gallon drums and laid them on the side you filled them up with 99 cent fuel so I could drive right through the Yukon and not pay $5 a gallon.
I made it back to the condo at Tahoe, but along the way picked up three hitchhikers, wrecked the van, packed up 17 boxes and mailed them to Maryland, hitchhiked back into the states from the far northern border of British Columbia, had to donate my van to the queen and then fly to Reno to get there by our anniversary.
We spent a week at the lake, and unpacking the storage shed and packing everything into a rental truck. We hooked our Subaru wagon to the back and drove to Maryland and been here ever since.
There are dozen or more more stories from that summer...
But , I digress somebody asked a question that reminded me of the song , the song I heard all that summer of 1985 on the radio . And remembering that song had a bunch of memories but fled into my brain and now you are the recipient . I did not go to Vietnam, instead hitchhiked across country @19.... But this song fairly describes me.
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Nostalgia!
I loved this piece when we performed this in college -- not as a flash mob, but as a scheduled performance at Troy Music Hall.
They told us it was the first performance of this piece the music hall had ever had. We were really surprised.
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The most writing I have ever done is right here on IO , but yeah there has been a book brewing in my head...as a bartender...and all the facets of my life will be patrons telling stories...lol