tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post6449841434464264414..comments2023-12-29T19:25:59.927-05:00Comments on We're Just Sayin: And one day we’ll all understand...Iris&Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131960635510843593noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post-40412890051392643972007-12-17T22:15:00.000-05:002007-12-17T22:15:00.000-05:00Had no idea Fogelberg had passed. Too much Iowa ca...Had no idea Fogelberg had passed. Too much Iowa caucus blah blah going on around me..I ran into a 28 year old child-friend today and gave her a music history quiz. Naturally, she had no idea who D.F. was.For that matter neither did my 60 year old husband. He knows all the music but never attaches names to stuff like that.<BR/>All this reminded me of a) how old I am- something I try to deny at all times: and b) that there is very little memorable music around these days. <BR/>Another sadness.<BR/>Hope Iowa is fun.Cant decide who is the the worserest in the Republican line-up. Should any one of them become president, shoot me!!<BR/>Tessa GordonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post-31559004244624797902007-12-17T21:34:00.000-05:002007-12-17T21:34:00.000-05:00When I heard, I got a bottle of wine going, someth...When I heard, I got a bottle of wine going, something to numb life a little. My College dorm room and your "dorm" couldn't have been more dissimilar, but it was always filled with folgerberg,and JT's music too. Lang syne, I was sure, was written just for me. Like you its an real effort to listen to Leader Of The Band, or Run For The Roses, without crying: My father was a horse trainer. Its a tribute to Folgerberg that even though you and I have a 16 year difference, his music plays through our lives with he same honesty.<BR/><BR/>James Taylor ,Harry Chapin, Fogelberg,Cat Stevens,jackson Browne, these are the remarkable poets that pen the soundtracks of our precious limited days. Thank God we have the music.<BR/>----<BR/><BR/>Born in the valley <BR/>And raised in the trees <BR/>Of Western Kentucky <BR/>On wobbly knees <BR/>With momma beside you <BR/>To help you along <BR/>You'll soon be-a-growing up strong <BR/><BR/>Oh, the long lazy mornings <BR/>In pastures of green <BR/>The sun on your withers <BR/>The wind in your mane <BR/>Could never prepare you <BR/>For what lies ahead <BR/>The Run for the Roses, so red <BR/><BR/>And it's Run for the Roses <BR/>As fast as you can <BR/>Your fate is delivered <BR/>Your moment's at hand <BR/>It's the chance of a lifetime <BR/>In a lifetime of chance <BR/>And it's high time you joined in the dance <BR/>It's high time you joined in the dance <BR/> <BR/>From sire to sire <BR/>It's born in the blood <BR/>The fire of a mare <BR/>And the strength of a stud <BR/>It's breeding and it's training <BR/>And it's something unknown <BR/>That drives you and carries you home <BR/>___________________<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your thoughts. Have a good trip. Blue Skies.<BR/><BR/>CheersAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com