Yesterday, when I was thinking about Velvet singing his Victory Song, prematurely, I was compelled to find the Eagles video where the Victory Song appears - Already Gone.
This version was recorded in Houston in 1977. I'm pretty sure I was in the audience at this very concert with my High School boyfriend. I'm also pretty sure that he has no fond memories of me since I threw him over within 72 hours of landing at North Texas State University. Fun fact to know and tell: The guys who wrote Rocky Horror Picture Show went to NTSU, briefly, and set the movie in Denton which was certainly appropriate given that back in the day, NTSU was filled with music majors on acid experimenting with jazz. Pretty wild. I studied Russian and Philosophy which is why my mother became worried that the FBI would have a file on me. Now that the Digg Patriots put me on their list of subversives, I guess the Koch Brothers have a file on me which may be just as good - or bad depending on your point of view.
I like Already Gone, especially the line "You can see the stars and still not see the light," but it's not a song that ever influenced my ideas about men, women and/or relationships. For that, we turn to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. When I'm feeling culpable, I identify with Neil Young.
Hurricane
"I want to love you but I'm feeling blown away."
Cowgirl in the Sand
"Old enough now to change your name. When so many love you, is it the same? It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game"
However, the truth is that my ideas about what a woman is and should be came from Stevie Nicks.
Gold Dust Woman makes an excellent point: "Rulers make Bad Lovers. You better put your kingdom up for sale."
Leather and Lace because in my heart, I believe that we can come together to create balance, harmony and mutual support.
Which brings us back to Crosby, Stills and Nash to ultimately describe things in Relationships - Helplessly Hoping because even though these two are fearful, and kind of fucked up, "they are for each other."
Now that I'm a certain age, I hope I've become that Woman/Girl who knows Love will endure - because you know it will.
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13 comments:
You listen to my people and speak my language....love the blog name...that hooked me right away...hippies rock when they hit their later years...right on !
Southern Cross is one of my favorites.
You're so very 'classic rock.'
CS&N were even better when it was CSN&Y.
I cannot express enough how much I like Neil Young in about everything he has done.
You have great taste in music, lady :-)
HA !
After I read this and commented, I saw This .
It would appear I like Neil even when it's not really Neil ;-)
Welcome Susan! thanks for following
Beach, mine too. I had forgotten it until a few years ago when the kids were sitting around playing guitars and singing it at Hippie Dippie Quaker Camp.
Doctor,what can I say? New Wave-y too, but I was in college by then core values were already formed.
mac, Neil's the best. Now that I'm making regular cash infusions to Velvet's bank account, I am enjoying singing "You can't be Twenty on Sugar Mountain," in a whole new way.
Great clip re: fresh prince
I just can't wait to go home and listen to all these songs. Even though the manchild twerp next to me at my office watches youtube ALL DAY LONG, I'm not really comfortable doing that when I'm supposed to be writing sales proposals. Maybe that's because I came of age in the 70s.
(The me of the 70s would just throw up to see the grown up her writing sales proposals for a living.)
I really identify with the 70s, and often listen to the music with a good measure of nostalgia. I have not one doubt that my approach to men and relationships was fully formed during that time. I guess that's why I like this post.
Wow, I studied Russian and Philosophy too. It never dawned on me that the FBI might be interested.
Thanks for the songs :-)
Susan - my mother can find reasons to worry that rarely occur to most people. She's one of those Worst Case Scenario types.
Jenn - I think I'm going to meditate on what the 70's me would say to the grown up me this very evening.
I'm a lot like your mother. MathMan used to call me Worst Case Scenario Lisa.
You quoted my favorite line from Gold Dust Woman.
And what do you know? Good friends of ours from the IU School of Music settled in Denton a few years ago where he teaches and is a composer and she teaches and sings classical and opera. Now I'm going to picture one of them in drag.
Magenta was always my favorite "horror"
My God! You must have lived next door to me and listened to MY music through my bedroom window, and took notes with the sole purpose of freaking me out 30 years later.
You caught me, Cortico.
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