WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Boomer Anthems: The Rolling Stones cover Buddy Holly’s Not Fade Away “I wanna tell you how it’s gonna be…”
byVanderleunonJune 1, 2012
“How long has the long hair been fashionable in England?”
Early Rolling Stones.VERY early. The long lead-in is worth it for the cultural anthropology alone.
My love a-bigger than a Cadillac
I try to show it and you drive a-me back
Your love for me a-got to be real
For you to know just how I feel
A love for real not fade away
A love that’s love – not fade away
A well, a-love that’s love – not fade away
Meanwhile, sixty-plus years after Buddy Holly cut it, the song is still kicking it on Austin City Limits
[Note: On this version, it is permissible to go full-screen, crank up the volume, and get jiggy with it. We’re looking at you Hangtown Bob and Peg, two for whom “love is love and not fade away.”]
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
NEW Real World Address for Complaints, Brickbats, and Donations
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Chico, Ca 95926
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
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Thank you. One of the anthems of my youth. Oddly now, then I was an unaware nerd.
Written & performed by Lubbock’s own Buddy Holly & the Crickets!
Today, only J.I. (drums) remains to tell the tale.
Wasn’t JI’s nickname Joe ‘Bias’ ? Joe used to ask Buddy to ‘Buy us a Coke’, ‘Buy us some lunch’