What is love?

wedding

Twenty-nine years ago today the law finally caught up with us after a decade on the lam. The commitment forged by my love for Nancy, and hers for me, became a legally binding one in the time-honored ceremony known as marriage. We made our declarations in front of our dear family and friends, and asked one of our oldest and closest friends, Terrence McDonnell, to say a few words. These are the ones he came up with:

Terry

What is love?
What is love?
Love is an unconditional commitment of the mind, body and soul
Love comes in many different facets,
many different meanings and
many different ways.
Love is not always kind
Love is not always gentle
But love is always shared
and love is always everlasting

Wishing love for each other is a power that grows and strengthens with
every passing day,
every passing moment,
every passing year.
But wishing love from oneself is the most important
The exchanging of marriage vows begins, reinforces and continues the gift and the overwhelming joy of love.
This is love. This is love

I do take this man to be my husband.
I do take this woman to be my wife.
I do take this person to be my friend
to be my companion
to be my love
This is love
This is love
This is love
WHAT IS LOVE

Funeral For A Friend

I thought a friend of mine had died and one of my first thoughts was of this song. It turns out he’s not dead, at least not as far as I know, though he seemed pretty committed to self-destruction last time I saw him. I hope you’re doing OK, Ecnerret.

This song kick’s off Elton John’s best album, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and highlights his band at the height of their powers. For people who didn’t live through it, it’s hard to imagine the impact an album like that had on the impressionable youth of the time. Opening the collection with a long instrumental called Funeral For A Friend was a bold move.

This version is from Elton’s 60th birthday party at Madison Square Garden. I’m in there somewhere.



The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die

It doesn’t seem a year ago
To this very day
You said, “I’m sorry honey
If I don’t change the pace
I can’t face another day”

And love lies bleeding in my hand
It kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn’t hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through

You’re a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you’re happy now
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You’ll make it back somehow

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn’t hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

Long As I Can See The Light – Mike’s Musical Monday

I caught up with some old friends last week. My favorites were a pair of women, now in their eighties, who’ve been friends since they were little girls and still take joy in making each other smile with their old stories. Another old friend stayed with me for a few days trying to find some light in a life that’s being destroyed by dishonesty, booze, and the breakup of a relationship that goes back 35 years.

I ran across another old friend on Jones’ Beach and he shared a story with me that I’d now like to share with you. It’s a story about love (like most great stories) and it uses the familiar metaphor of light to express this love. It’s a common theme, with a simple melody and words that are small and ordinary but when John Fogerty sings it there’s something deeper than the Words & Music. There’s buried treasure in the vocals. They contain the honest emotion of a great artist and craftsman expressing himself.

This song was first recorded in 1970 by Creedence Clearwater Revival as the closing track for their 1970 masterpiece Cosmo’s Factory. Far be it from me to fuck with a J.C. Fogerty arrangement but I do (a bit) here. Instead of repeating the chorus at the end, I repeat the “Oh yeahs” because I really like to do it that way.

Put a candle in the window
But I feel I’ve got to move
Though I’m going, going,
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light

Pack my bags and lets get moving
‘Cause I’m bound to drift a while
Though I’m gone, gone,
You don’t have to worry long
Long as I can see the light

Guess I’ve got that old traveling bone
‘Cause this feeling won’t leave me alone
But I won’t, won’t,
I won’t lose my way, no
Long as I can see the light

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Put a candle in the window
But I feel I’ve got to move
Though I’m going, going,
I’ll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah