Fair warning – this was written a LONG time ago, and most of the references are personal. Dedicated to my friends, back in that little town. You know who you are.
Jammin’ – One Hazy SummerDedication- May the road rise up to meet you May the sun be always at your back May the wind be gentle breezes blowing you to your destiny And may the songs always take you High Enough. The Beginning Ever notice how sometimes, you can lose days, weeks, and sometimes, if you’re really lucky, whole months? Well, call me lucky, cause I lost a whole summer once. Not because of blacking out, or sleeping it away, but because everything blurred together, taking my friends and me from one space in time to the next. We just never seemed to realize that time was passing; just that one minute the sun was going down, and the next, it was coming up – knocking on the windows and scaring us out of our shoes. Sometimes scaring us into them. But we survived. We thrived, knowing that sunset was only miles away. The Summer Memories Of days gone by Summer fun Beaches and sun Sand in the backseat Cooler in the trunk Girls in the front seat Happy and drunk From too many summer songs And to much summer sun Cruisin’ in the late afternoon Till long after the moon had run. Roadtrippin’ to Martin Racing the trains Sitting on Main Street Frying our brains From too little sleep And too much booze Dancing under raingutters How could we lose? Rock-n-roll blurs The days went by Playing the summer “Damn Yankees!” we’d cry Under blankets we hid Not ashamed; just sly We-be laughin’ at life Never thought to be shy. Fireworks and rain Our season combined On top of a world on fire Sunrise knocked- we’d answer, resigned. So we’d tip out of bed And head straight for the sand To rest a weary head And bring our feet back to land. Everything thrown in together We always had our share Even though we never seemed to know Just quite when we were where. Rushing from moment to Incident Slipping from oops to Accident Loving every minute We never saw wrong in it! We danced in basements To music unhearable We kept our circle tight Goodbye was unbearable Tanning our days We crowned our nights No reason for cliques No season for fights Baseball caps Guitar picks Motorcycles Drum sticks Pounding out our memories Etching them in stone We wrote ourselves some legends For one wild summer, WE were the ones who shone. The Ending The road rose up and met us The sum was always at our backs The wind took us gently to our destiny And the songs always took us Still make us And will always lift us High Enough. ~November, 1990