Time molds vivid memories from one’s past into the building blocks of one’s writing…
Not sure how many of you remember the Panasonic Take-a-Tape 8 track tape player…well, I will always remember that yellow plastic box with the push down T-handle.
In 1975 I had to drive across country to Sierra Vista, Arizona, and my trusty 8 track sat in the bucket seat next to me in my El Camino; and it kept me company for eight weeks of military training.
BUT, far more important was the beautiful voice of Linda Ronstadt that filled the air around me. Her songs were a life raft for a man who was a’sea in thoughts of a woman back on the East Coast; the woman who he desperately wanted to be with. Of course being in Linda Ronstadt’s home territory only added to the experience.
Thank you Linda Ronstadt for your songs; they kept me sane while adrift in the sea of love.
Thank You Linda Ronstadt
Had to drive to southern Arizona
from the eastern ocean;
cross the mountains, rivers, and plains.
Even in the desert sun
my mind was still a’sea;
thoughts of the beautiful woman
who my heart she had won.
Thankfully, the songs I played
by one specific stunning voice,
filled not just the car,
no, Linda’s words filled
the lonesomeness in my heart.
I was not alone in the mysteries of love,
her voice so caressed.
Nine weeks later
driving back to the eastern ocean,
the music again saved me
from being lost in misery.
A lifetime it seemed
accepting those days and hours;
a lifetime of separateness,
lost in vivid memories
and visions of tomorrows.
I finally met my lady,
the woman of my dreams.
And as I held her in my arms
I silently thanked the singer
who’s beautiful, soulful voice
preserved my sanity.
(Thank You Linda Ronstadt, copyright 1976, Steven S. Walsky, all rights reserved.)
Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.