One of my favorite songs this time of year is rocker Bryan Adams’ Summer
of ’69 which came out in 1984. Those were the “best days of his life,”
or so he sang in his up-tempo song about rock and romance.
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
The song was readily embraced by baby boomers who looked at it as a nostalgic, coming-of-age tribute. But Adams was only nine years old in 1969 and I wonder if he was really aware of the world around him.
That summer brought us the first widely-released X-rated movie, Midnight Cowboy, which I personally thought was a downer, especially when Jon Voight had to sit next to Dustin
Hoffman’s dead body on a bus ride to Florida. And I didn’t appreciate when one of Captain Kirk’s former lovers stole his body on the last episode of Star Trek. That was just weird.
We were over the moon when the Apollo 11 crew won the space war with the first lunar landing. But the Charles Manson murders and Sen. Ted Kennedy’s drunken drive into the Chappaquiddick River with Mary Jo
Kopechne shook us to our core.
And things couldn’t get any more bizarre than Woodstock in August.
True love eluded me that summer when I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life: my first wife. But I surely dig Adams’ tribute to his first six-string guitar, which he bought at the five-and-dime.
My grandma gave me my first guitar when I was 13 because I wanted to be Elvis when I grew up. I went on to attend the Berklee College of Music in Boston but ended up going into electronics profession after my Navy days.
Okay so I never became Elvis or Buddy Holly or “Fats” Domino but I did get fat. And old dreams never die so I am currently putting together my garage band, Tapeworm Belch and the Leprosy Snort, and I’m looking for members.
So far, I’ve got Mel Anoma on skins, but keyboard and bass are open. And there’s always room for more cowbell. If you play, drop me a line.
I’m sure stardom awaits us, or at the very least, we might be able to supplement our monthly government pittance.
Join Mike’s bandwagon at firstname.lastname@example.org and the
NEXT years will be the best years of our lives!
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