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Many great songs capture heartache and the loss of innocence however I believe The Boys of Summer is one that captures loss best. Sure the song is slick and was perhaps produced with the intention of making lots of bucks but it works regardless what we think of corporate driven rock. The synth, the guitar dolling out righteous melancholic chords, and Henley’s soft singing make this song superb for playing while cruising down the freeway before the world starts stirring.
If any song richly captured atmosphere and left us with the realization that summer died and youth slipped away well this song is it. The jangly guitar solo, the simple effective lyrics leaves us wondering about lovers now gone. Youth ends, and the people we love go away but longing continues forever. Youthful invincibility extinguishes and the burden of that knowledge is carried into maturity. Life must have loss for us to appreciate what will never come back.
Penetrating thinkers, and introspective loveless romantics can likely imagine what the world looks and feels like where heroes go in Tolkien’s Undying Lands. Writers and tellers of heroic tales such as Beowulf, and King Arthur no doubt felt like us, and considered how much of the world was changing, and how they couldn’t control fate. No matter how frequently we feel loss it will alway feel like a foreign thing.
Songs shared round the fireside in ancient Greece, or Decorah, Iowa are different from each other but the longing for another time is the same. Arthur’s men searched the ancient world for the Holy Grail and a way to end pain. Some feel that ‘future’ knowledge is a burden while others believe obtaining more of it liberates us from the past. How do we escape the past? We don’t and shouldn’t. Instead of wallowing in some deep funk when those injurious memories come, why not be grateful for those wounds?
“Leave your troubles behind. Yield to the joy of living, yield to the possibility of dying, yield to the discovery of smiling and see with spirited eyes what your earthly eyes cannot see; the deepest, blackest midnights and the clearest, bluest skies; still, green blades of grass and sand the color of white wine. Live in awe.”
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