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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Bridge
This song floats over my senses like an airy curtain from a past life brushing against my face. Elton sings of a bridge of cold, hard iron, yet in his music I lose sight of iron realities and sense exclusively the past, especially that one day long, long ago when I stayed home sick from school. Driven by a sense I uncovered a huge stack of 45's in a back closet (I lived in a house of abandoned things and we had not yet explored every cranny). I found several of his and I listened. It was so special to me. I have never, ever felt so not alone while being alone. I remember the simplicity of that day as one of my finest.

This song is relatively new, but its sound hearkens back to that which invaded and shaped my developing senses, and gives me a bittersweetness.

2 Comments:
Blogger Pualani57 said...

As a teenager, I had one of his albums: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I listened to it over and over.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Amanda said...

Neat! The song "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" is one of my favorites.

5:58 PM  

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