Posted on 12/16/2007 12:06:46 PM PST by lunarbicep
Thanks for the music Dan. RIP.
Okay, don’t stand too close to me. I know it’s awful to speak ill of the dead, but “Longer than..” was the epitome of what was bad about 70s music. Pure dreck. It made him a millionaire probably, which is all well and good, but personally had hoped to be spared ever hearing that again. His untimely demise precluded this, as the news reports foisted this tune on me once again.
Nah. Try http://www.garage-a-records.com
Demand for needles and cartridges isn’t very high, of course, so the supply is pretty much assured.
My many thanks to you for such a fine body of work and the joy and happiness you've brought me throughout the years.
Requiscat in Pace, Daniel Grayling Fogelberg.
I just perused his website.....I had not thought of him much for 30 years.
He had a good life and enjoyed it.
RIP
I did not recall him being only 5 years older than me back when I dealt with him. I viewed him as much older....of course back then anyone over 21 seemed so.
Ditto! Had to play “Illinois” in the car on the way into work today.
Thanks Dan, for all the wonderful memories!
James Taylor had some ability *and* a heroin habit.
Face the Fire Lyrics
Dan Fogelberg
I hear the thunder
Three miles away
The island’s leaking
Into the bay
The poison is spreading
The demon is free
And people are running from
What they can’t even see.
Face the fire
You can’t turn away
The risk grows greater
With each passing day
The waiting’s over
The moment has come
To kill the fire
And turn to the sun.
They’ll take your money
And then take your health
To line their pockets with
Unequaled wealth
These men are under
The power of gold
We won’t be safe until we
Shut them down cold.
Face the fire
You can’t turn away
The risk grows greater
With each passing day
The waiting’s over
The moment has come
To kill the fire
And turn to the sun.
The people came to the capitol town
One hundred thousand of them
Laid their hearts down
They screamed in anger
And broadcast their fears
Just to have them
Fall on deaf ears.
face the fire
you cant turn away
the risk grows greater
with each passing day
the waitings over
the moment has come
to kill the fire
and turn to the sun
to kill the fire
and turn to the sun
Thanks for the link. Reasonably priced too!
Too little of the former, too much of the latter.
I’ve had good results from these guys:
http://www.turntableneedles.com/
They came trough for me with fresh belts for my Technics SL-L25 linear-tracking turntable.
GOT to have my vinyl, y’know...
There's a ring around the moon tonight and a chill in the air
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near
There's a sound in the wind that blows through the wild mountain holds
Like the sighs of a thousand crying souls, crying souls
There's a time when the traveler is fated to find
That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind
And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again
And lead to his weary journey's end, his journey's end
[Chorus:]
And in the passage from the cradle to the grave we are born, madly dancing
Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days
We run on and on without a backwards glance
We run on and on without a backwards glance
I cast my fate with the wife of Lot I turned my gaze around
Knowing neither what I sought nor what was to be found
Heeding weakness, feeding strength, oh life at length is frail
I seek again the river's source through time's dark shadowed veil
In the fast fading century, as we spin through the years
I pray that our failing vision clears, our vision clears
[Chorus]
The places dash and the faces dart like fishes in a dream
Hiding 'neath the murky banks of long forgotten streams
The lines of life are never long when seen from end to end
The future's never coming, and the past has never been
There's a ring around the moon tonight, and a chill in the air
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near
.
RIP to “The Leader of the Band.”
Thanks. At our neighbors funeral they played that. Not a dry eye in the chapel. It also makes me think of my son who has chosen to be a professional musician, he turned 28 yesterday, is the second best banjo player in a third story walk up in Boston. Hard hard life but what he has to do. The music wouldn’t wait.
Everytime I turn around, somebody else is dying. When will the insanity end?
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