1969. The year is vintage. Some much good. Some much bad. Today I was riding the subway to work. Newspapers strew across the platform. The commuters grim. Wife #2 in Thailand unhappy with my love. My funds low. No prospects of more money. Despair was inevitable until the lilting violin of It’s a Beautiful Day drifted out of the past. 40 years distant. The Bay area band scored a 1968 hit with WHITE BIRD and this tune rescue my soul from the general malaise of 2009.
David Laflamme wrote the song about his life in Seattle. “Where the ‘white bird’ thing came from … We were like caged birds in that attic. We had no money, no transportation, the weather was miserable. We were just barely getting by on a very small food allowance provided to us. It was quite an experience, but it was very creative in a way.”
Hippies.
I picked up the garbage and sang the song to myself.
People thought I was mad.
They hadn’t seen 1969 in a long time.
To get a taste go to the following URL to hear WHITE BIRD by It’s a Beautiful Day