Monday, December 17, 2007

Another auld lang syne

Okay, if there were a third person in the Fred Rogers-Bob Barker-who's hotter debate in the 70s and 80s - and we're talking a distant third, like the distance between the Franklin Pharmacy in Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey and the fourth ring of Saturn - and assuming I didn't give the nod to 80s heartthrob Jack Wagner during his General Hospital turn as rock balladdeer-cum-police officer-cum-man beheaded in South America in a freak accident, Frisco Jones - it would have to be Dan Fogelberg. My vivid recollection of his feathered hair and bearded face from the cover of his greatest hits album still makes the blood run through my instrument, if you know what I mean.

He's dead now.

Hard to believe, I know, but the thing you have to understand is what it meant for Dan Fogelberg to truly be alive. For my part, I can honestly say that my life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.

Also, I never did figure out which way this album cover was supposed to be oriented. And now, we'll never know, will we?

1 comment:

The Tall Redhead said...

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew...

April, 1980. Mike Halko and me in the back seat of his 1968 Pontiac convertible, top down, Fogelberg on the radio. Snuggled under the blanket, Mike sang those lyrics in my ear and made me believe that ours was the love of the ages.

Thanks for the love, Dan.