Same Old Lang Syne

I always ache when I hear that song. And I ache tonight as I've just learned than Dan Fogelberg has left terra firma.

There are a handful of women that play the role of "my old lover in the grocery store" in my mind when the song comes on the radio. And I often imagine the conversations that we would have over a six-pack in their car. Most would be wistfully sad...as the reasons we went our separate ways seem fairly petty compared to the passion, magic and connection we all shared.

I fell in love with Dan's music (in the Souvenirs era) as a DJ at WKCO...but lost touch as Country Rock and Adult Contemporary split during the bifurcation of the genres. But there was always this Christmas classic that reconnected me each December.

As always...Bob Lefsetz' post is far more eloquent than mine...and a fitting tribute to the magic that Dan wove with his words.

Comments

[ak]

Young musicians with prostate cancer, like like Frank Zappa, Quincy Jones, Phil Lesh, and my friend: http://www.laprp.com/patients_speak_detail.php?aid=51 :-(

[Kelly Miller]

Missoula, University of Montana, 1975-80, falling in love with the woman I would date throughout my college life...and listening to Dan F's albums between LPs spins by the Allman Brothers, Stones, Boston, Doobie Brothers and Zappa. Ditto on your memory joggers, Bill, and a stark reminder to the males out there: Get yourself checked on a regular basis. Merry Christmas, Dan. We'll play some guitar together in Heaven's grocery store.