IN DA GADDA VIDA ON SNOW

In winter of 1969 I went skiing in North Conway with a bunch of people. We hit Wildcat hard. The coolest girl and I listened to IN DA GADDA VIDA in my bedroom. Her name was Susan. She smoked weed. I was straight.

At the end of the song she said, “I leaving for San Francisco with some ski bums, you wanna come.”

“I wanna ski tomorrow.”

In winter of 1969 I went skiing in North Conway with a bunch of people. We hit Wildcat hard. The coolest girl and I listened to IN DA GADDA VIDA in my bedroom. Her name was Susan. She smoked weed. I was straight.

At the end of the song she said, “I leaving for San Francisco with some ski bums, you wanna come.”

“I wanna ski tomorrow.”

“Up to you.”

I woke in the morning and she was gone. I can never hear Iron Butterfly without thinking of Susan.

I used to remember her last name.

Tuckerman’s Ravine is still crazy this time of year.

I don’t ski anymore.

But maybe tomorrow.

To hear IN DA GADDA VIDDA please go to this URL.

A Susan is waiting for you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4

“Up to you.”

I woke in the morning and she was gone. I can never hear Iron Butterfly without thinking of Susan.

I used to remember her last name.

I don’t anymore.

But maybe tomorrow.

To hear IN DA GADDA VIDDA please go to this URL.

A Susan is waiting for you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4

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