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| Your Head Trucker in his salad days, far too many summers ago. |
This lovely song transports me back to the idyllic summer of 1980, when I had just come out and, after a long, hard struggle, just graduated from college too - a time when it was easy to believe in magic, love, and destiny. Ah, youth!
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
Really, it was like coming to life, a sleeper awakening, full of light and song and hope, while the enchantment lasted. I can yet recall, when I hear these tunes, the happy anticipations I felt, the future a shining road at my feet. Ah, joy!
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
But age we must. In the end, of course, memory is all that remains of smiles and tears alike, and that too must sink into oblivion one day and leave no trace - and who can say what becomes of the soul, once shed of all its precious freight of earthly hope and desire? Ah, humanity!
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
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All in all you've come a long way and no doubt have made many good friends! All the best to you!
Merci beaucoup, cher lecteur.
Ah, Olivia! My diva before I knew I needed one. I very much disliked the movie, but loved the Xanadu soundtrack. It was not the soundtrack of my coming out since I didn't get around to that until many years later. However, another one of her albums, "Grace and Gratitude", helped to get me through the loss of my ex as he disappeared into a literal and figurative cloud of addiction.
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