That's what I'm eating right now. I kinda hate 'em. It's like eating crunchy, flavored, styrofoam... These ones are "Honey Nut;" they taste like neither. But I digress, this is my weekly Eagles Wisdom post and, my measurement of blog weeks is in the number of days I have off; so 7 days off of work equals a week... that's why it's been two real weeks since my last post, or something like that. Without the help of my friends, Ernest and Julio Gallo, this post is bound to be even suckier than usual, but I must keep my commitment to the great musical institution that is the Eagles. I had some notes... dammit... lost 'em. Ok, so this post is supposed to be about "Seven Bridges Road," which was not written by the Eagles, but I like their version better. Sorry, Steve Young. Here are some thoughts to get your summer started...
Today was the Summer Solstice, marking the actual beginning of summer, although it doesn't look like the Mountain West will get much of one. I would go out and dance around a bonfire, naked, this evening, but alas, no bonfire and therefore, no nakedness either. So... "Seven Bridges Road," the history of this song is shrouded in the mists of wikipedia; basically, it's the road that leads to the cemetary where Hank Williams' is buried. If you want to know more about it, please feel free to utilize google yourself. Ummm... Ah yes, my point... There really isn't much of one (but I'm sure I'll come up with something by the end of this post), except that this song reminds me of when I was a little bit younger and a lot more invincible. In my moderately crazy youth, I used to spend my free time tearing up tiny californian backroads in my '86 Volvo station wagon. Thank god my parents picked out that tank as my first car, otherwise I may not have fared so well when I went through that other teenage milestone... totalling the first car. My brother never did this, but that's just because I gave him a good example of how not to be.
This song sounds like summer to me, reminding me of all the places I'd drive to, out in the boonies with my friends, who felt like family. It reminds me of a time when I felt free and hemmed in, all at once; it reminds me of when I was both excited by and petrified of my future; it reminds me of who I once was, and how small pleasures are the best. So, here's to the sweetness of summer...
"Seven Bridges Road"
There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
