Sunday Drive: Baby Blue

This song recalls for me another springtime and the bittersweet memory of my first love, more than half a century ago. I've written about Pat before, if you care to read the story - that chaste and secret love we shared came to a sad ending, but I've never forgotten the sunshine days of fun and friendship - that special cameraderie of boys becoming men together.

Other loves and other disappointments followed; but at this late age, living contentedly with M.P., I realize how blessed I was to have those friendships and passing joys. How true the saying is - better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Yesterday, I happened to come across this recording by the Mike Faraci Band, a local NYC group, which is an amzingly good cover of the 1972 Badfinger original.  Huh.  How do those young'uns even know about such antique music, I wonder.

By the way, Mike is a man of parts: lead singer, guitarist, composer, artist, interior designer, and is highly skilled at carpentry and other DIY projects.  Rather studly, too.  Check out this tour of his New York City apartment - his aesthetic is not mine, but I can appreciate what he's done with colors, textures, and light:

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Sunday Drive: Baby Blue

Been out of town a few days, helping a friend and enjoying the fine spring weather.


This song came out in spring of my senior year of high school.  It always reminds me of sunshine and blue skies, running the back roads in my Malibu 350 V-8, the smell of the piney woods, the fun of tubing down the river with my best bud, the scent of creosote melting out of railroad ties in the hot sun as we walked along the tracks, laughter and popcorn and ice-cold cokes, the infinite hopes of youth, the sight of bare, tanned muscles, the bittersweet pangs of forbidden desire.