“…Keep the dream alive,”
Close the window calm the light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it out let it all begin
Throw it to the wind my love
Hold me dear.”
Dreaming of a huge 1980s party at the house. I ran around looking for silverware for guests. Found a large container of plastic forks, spoons and knifes. Then standing next to the stage I realized the party was already taken care of. Close before me was Mike from Zed records and Joey Ramone. They were presenting and showing some crazy art videos. I was between two friends and we were young. Hair smelled that youthful smell of mid-twenties.
I awoke to the realization I was now 62. My youthful rebellion is long past. It is ok by me, yet my dreams consistently place me back at those times. I awoke affirming the truth often. So today while outside with the cats’ daily romp I addressed this reality and stepped next to the crones around the cauldron. Enjoying my cackling fate as such.
Then I viewed Facebook and two hits came forward quickly. The curse of punk rock. My published books were being acknowledged and enjoyed, and thought time to finally let it go. No way. So, I guess I will be present with my punk story still.
Later youngest son and I went to our local 70s flashback market. I like to blend my lived generations. A musical cocktail. The idea of ballads came forth as Boz Scaggs – We’re All Alone a 70s ballad played in the ethers in this charmed market. Driving home another ballad from the 80s played on the car radio, Billy Idol – Eyes Without A Face. This is my 2020 experience now… cackle cackle.
“Once a storys told
It can’t help but grow old
Roses do lovers too so cast
Your seasons to the wind
And hold me dear oh hold me dear”