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Dan Fogelberg passes away


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Say what you will, but his music was genius. I for one will look back on his music with great memories. Thanks for all you have given us Dan

A little bit of Fogelberg could do a lot to ply the ladies back in my high school days of the early 80s ... A bit of Fogelberg's haunting sensitivity was the classic #2 hitter in the lineup in car dates -- Billy Joel would lead off, Fogelberg would move the runner, and Air Supply would knock in the run ... :D ... For social contributions of that nature, I tip my cap to Dan.

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His "Same Old Lang Syne" might be my all-time favorite holiday song....always makes you wonder about running into an old flame that meant something special, and what it would be like.

 

Met my old lover in the grocery store,

The snow was falling Christmas Eve.

I stole behind her in the frozen foods,

And I touched her on the sleeve.

 

She didn't recognize the face at first,

But then her eyes flew open wide.

She went to hug me and she spilled her purse,

And we laughed until we cried.

 

We took her groceries to the checkout stand,

The food was totalled up and bagged.

We stood there lost in our embarrassment,

As the conversation dragged.

 

We went to have ourselves a drink or two,

But couldn't find an open bar.

We bought a six-pack at the liquor store,

And we drank it in her car.

 

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to now.

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,

But neither one knew how.

 

She said she'd married her an architect,

Who kept her warm and safe and dry,

She would have liked to say she loved the man,

But she didn't like to lie.

 

I said the years had been a friend to her,

And that her eyes were still as blue.

But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw,

Doubt or gratitude.

 

She said she saw me in the record stores,

And that I must be doing well.

I said the audience was heavenly,

But the traveling was hell.

 

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to now.

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,

But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence,

We drank a toast to time.

Reliving in our eloquence,

Another 'auld lang syne'......

 

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,

And running out of things to say.

She gave a kiss to me as I got out,

And I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school,

And felt that old familiar pain .........

And as I turned to make my way back home,

The snow turned into rain ..............

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A little bit of Fogelberg could do a lot to ply the ladies back in my high school days of the early 80s ... A bit of Fogelberg's haunting sensitivity was the classic #2 hitter in the lineup in car dates -- Billy Joel would lead off, Fogelberg would move the runner, and Air Supply would knock in the run ... :D ... For social contributions of that nature, I tip my cap to Dan.

 

 

Nothing says savage beast like Air supply

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This hit me pretty hard the other day. I had met Dan on a few occasions over the years. Last time was when he played a small outdoor venue here in the summer of 2003. Still the quiet, reserved, private man I'd first met 20+ years ago. Way too young to have succumbed to something so treatable these days. And my heart is broken. Truly broken.

 

He lived a quietly beautiful life and greatly enhanced those fortunate enough to be touched by it. My heart goes out to Jean. He lived my idea of Heaven on Earth. Gerry will get his wish to play with you now. Tell him I said hello. :D

 

And all I can say is....Here's to the "3rd set." :D (You know what I mean.)

 

Peace

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This hit me pretty hard the other day. I had met Dan on a few occasions over the years. Last time was when he played a small outdoor venue here in the summer of 2003. Still the quiet, reserved, private man I'd first met 20+ years ago. Way too young to have succumbed to something so treatable these days. And my heart is broken. Truly broken.

 

He lived a quietly beautiful life and greatly enhanced those fortunate enough to be touched by it. My heart goes out to Jean. He lived my idea of Heaven on Earth. Gerry will get his wish to play with you now. Tell him I said hello. :D

 

And all I can say is....Here's to the "3rd set." :D (You know what I mean.)

 

Peace

Beautifully written.

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