Shuffling beyond the sharp-cutting-edge of the news cycle this Friday evening, to just finish off a week of nasty, intimate, deep-seated views of an attempted coup/election steal from just about every known Republican/wingnutter in DC and just view a wonderful, nostalgic photograph — a look far, far back, and seemingly so wretchedly long ago:
I enjoy that Harrison is wearing a Beatles shirt https://t.co/4SXCaawdB4
— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) December 18, 2021
George has always been my most-favorite Beatle since the beginning — he eventually died on my birthday.
Stevie Nicks not only sang with a wonderful low-growl/deep-throated unique spin, she’s also way-cool, even into ‘older’ age. Nicks was cool even way-back in before times with BuckinhamNicks — she was hot.
When that photo above was snapped, I was in my late 20s about like Harrison-Nicks, and feeling it. Odd to sense a quick pull backward with way-familiar faces and feel a 45-year head-punch — age and history get scary sometimes. Memories can create a kind of twink in the brain. Instigates a rush back to a time of much-easier anxiety levels.
Hard to believe anybody was ever young, but shit-dog, they were.
George with 1977’s “This Song,” a kind of mock of over-listening/over-rationalizing pop songs:
This tune has nothing bright about it
This tune ain’t bad or good and come ever what may
My expert tells me it’s okay
And Stevie with “Dreams” off the 1977 monster Fleetwood Mac album, ‘Rumors:’
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
Of what you had
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know
Weekended by the weekend.
Once again, here we are…
(Illustration out front: ‘Shelter in the Storm,” found here).