... the Fogelberg!
Same Old Lang Syne
My husband loathes this song, but its appearance on the blog every New Year is a Team Skelley tradition. Backstory: My dad belonged to the Columbia music club when I was a teen. After we purchased our first CD player (this huge five foot tower which I bet he still has), he joined the service and each month we received two CDs. I was exposed to some really excellent music like Sting's Ten Summoner's Tales and Chicago and ... the Best of Dan Fogelberg.
This is a very polarizing song -- you either love it or you hate it. I fall into the former category, I can visualize the scene as he sings and I admit, I probably like it so much because it reminds me of those angst romances that I secretly love to read.
I have always felt more of a kinship to my parents' generation of music rather than the grunge which was popular in my formative years. One of my earliest memories is listening to my mom's Christopher Cross eight track and I can tell you exactly when I heard Fleetwood Mac for the first time -- my aunt and uncle rented a cottage on the lake and I have a very clear memory of them playing the Mirage album when we visited. I could not have been more than five or six.
Well, enough reminiscing about music, I have to go take down and pack away Christmas. Sigh. I always repeat to myself that I will be happy when it is done, but it is about a five hour ordeal which makes me grumpy.
Goodbye, Fraser Fir! You served us well, if with a touch of wonky:
Happy New Year!