I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Every Song We Played Was for the Late Great Johnny Ace

Because I still miss him. Thirty-five years ago, the day the music died.

I didn't always agree with his politics. But he lived his life in the public eye, and he dedicated himself to making the rest of our lives better, if he could.

Everybody else will play Imagine or Happy Xmas (War Is Over) today, so I doubt you need me to pile on. Instead, here's a song from Paul Simon that encapsulates that day 35 years ago.

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