Gordon Lightfoot, A man who was so beautiful in his voice and his body. Today he is a hollowed out shell of an singer and a man. I was almost afraid he would pass out on stage he was so thin and frail. Time and illness had taken its toll on sweet Gordon and it reminded me that I must seize the day and keep living every moment.
He was singing to his faithful last night and we did not care how he sounded. We just want to slip back in our memories and remember our beautiful young bodies and our lost loves. Musical shadows of the “lazyday” 1970s.
I was one of them, sitting there waiting to hear the gems of his famous hits that he doled out carefully between songs that were unfamiliar to me. Sadly he mumbled most of the lyrics so I could not enjoy his song writing talents that were captured in these unknown songs.
I wished that he would only play the songs that I knew so that I could help to soft the cracks in his voice by singing the chorus with him. It was a sad concert for both of us.
Sad because when he talked you could hear that his spirit and sense of humor was still young. I believed that the audience identified with him in varying ways. I think that we all felt that under our gray hair and wrinkled faces that we were still young when we heard his music. That is probably the reason why we sat there under the stars last night and remembered sweeter times and heard his beautiful voice in our hearts.