Florida!

A magic place with 26 native turtle species, over one million alligators, little anoles everywhere and Cuban tree frogs in the toilets. A lifelong northerner, I am trying to recreate myself as an eccentric old southern woman.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Drift away

 Saw Tom Rush Friday.
Probably for the 30th time in his 51 years on the road.
I remember his voice on my transister radio when I was 12. 1966, The Circle Game.
Tom doesn't write many songs but once he sings one it becomes his forever.

For some time now he has been singing Mentor William's "Drift Away". One of my favorites of all times. Until Tom took it over, my favorite version was Bruce and Little Steven at the Brendan Byrne Arena August 1984. (I was there).

Now Mentor Williams and Dorian Gray are dead. Bruce and Steven are just fine. Tom and I are old.

And Tom sings this, alone with his guitar, and it is a spare and lovely meditation on aging and the approach of death. And gratitude. And the endless power of music.