I’m at an age where my childhood heroes are— how can I be delicate– terming out so to speak.
It seems like every concert I attend these days is part of a “farewell tour” and I have some anxiety every time I hit the “obituary” link on my New York Times app.
Yet, I feel compelled to visit the link because I don’t want to miss the passing of people who meant something to me along the way.
Recent weeks have been especially difficult: we’ve lost Burt Reynolds, the wonderful Neil Simon, Aretha Franklin, John McCain and character actor Bill Daily—Major Healy on “I Dream of Jeanie” which was on every day in my house when my sister and I were growing up. In ways large and small, these people played roles in our culture and therefore our lives.
Politics are important, but politicians come and they go. They may leave a wake—policies may benefit and they can certainly harm– but the cycles keep coming. But culture endures.
We attended the “farewell tour” for Paul Simon last weekend when it rolled into the BB&T Center in Sunrise.
He played new music and some songs that were 50 years old. They all sounded good, but the older songs still resonated, they were still relevant and they still rang true.
The final song of the night was “American Tune” which was written in 1973. The song is as meaningful today as it was 45 years ago.
“Still when I think of the road we’re traveling on I wonder what’s gone wrong. I can’t help it I wonder what’s gone wrong”.
In introducing the song, Mr. Simon spoke briefly, but his few words spoke volumes.
“Strange times,” he said drily. “Don’t give up.”
We won’t.
I know every generation thinks they have cornered the market on musical genius, but I think the Baby Boomers really did.
We grew up amidst an explosion of musical talent and their music has invaded our pores and informed our thoughts and views of life.
Don’t believe me?
Then consider: The Beatles, The Stones, The Beach Boys, Springsteen, Led Zeppelin, U2, Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, The Who, The Byrds, CCR, The Band, Stevie Wonder, Aretha, Neil Young, Smokey Robinson, Dylan, The Dead, Elton John, Billy Joel, the Allman Brothers, The Kinks, Bob Seger, John Mellencamp, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Earth Wind & Fire, The Temptations, Michael Jackson, Paul Simon and on and on she goes.
Oh I like new music too and seek it out regularly. But our golden age will be hard to match. The world has changed, there is no longer any water cooler, no multi-format radio stations that everyone listens to—we are tethered to our devices and our Spotify song lists. We have convenience and music on demand, but we have lost that common experience. Nobody is home at Graceland anymore.
We all knew what happened when “me and Julio” went down to the school yard and we surely knew what it was like to listen to “Dazed and Confused” while drinking warm beer with friends on a hot summer night. We have traded Budweiser with our buddies for earbuds and solitude. And it makes me a little sad and more than a little nostalgic….
Then, over the weekend, I read about a new term: “social infrastructure.”
I love it.
The author lamented the loss of “social infrastructure” in our cities—places like libraries, places like Old School Square and Patch Reef Park—“palaces for the people” is what the author Eric Klinenberg calls them. I love that phrase.
We ought to start thinking of our public spaces that way. It may be more important now than ever to tend to the commons before they go away and we physically meld with our cellphones and social media platforms. A new study released this week says that teenagers prefer to relate to their friends on their devices rather than in person. Think about that…it’s disturbing.
Regardless, this is a ramble. And I appreciate you reading this far.
From Major Healy to Old School Square we’ve covered some ground…but this drift was anticipated by the likes of Paul Simon when he sang (way back in 1967):
“Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Jolting Joe has left and gone away.”
Yes, he has.
I will miss this amazing array of talent we have enjoyed–as one by one they fade away. But their music…their sublime and transcendent music… will surely endure.
1968 ~ The last line from “Old Friends”, the “Bookends” Album”: 🎶 How terribly strange to be 70. 🎶.
Here I sit, having just celebrated my 73rd Birthday, reflecting on the prophecies of this most prolific writer. Strange then, not so strange now.
As always, great article Jeff!
Mike, you look 20 years younger!
Long live “places for the people” and the music of the Baby Boomers’ generation!
Here here !