“You are the music while the music lasts.”
– T. S. Eliot, the first in a series of TSE based DD’s
Glenn Frey’s death is bugging the crap out of me. Not since Payne Stewart’s plane crash have I been this affected by a celebrity’s death. Eagles no more, Hotel California closed, Winslow, Arizona nudged one step closer to extinction.
But the music need not die. Not as long as we last.
And, if we can pass along the gift of music to our kids, we’ve laid one of the cornerstones to a life well-lived.
I don’t speak teenager, and we have two of them in the house. I’d love to learn to speak teenager. Really, I would. I’ve looked on line, at Berlitz and Rosetta Stone — no one offers a course on “how to speak teenager.”
But music does. The Eldest and I once drove five hours together, just the two of us, with her sharing her music library with me the whole way along. Tonight, I picked up The Middle, and on the six-minute drive home, we shared three “cool songs,” two of his, one of Glenn, Don and the rest of Eagles’. The Youngest is trying to help me pick just the right song to be her ring tone.
We are the music, while the music lasts. And my sadness at the death of an iconic member of an iconic band is softened by the tremendous gift he left us. May we steward it well and pass it along compellingly.
brad says
True story, I see this coming in my future.