It is March and high season in Southwest Florida. The temperatures are in the low 80s, the sun is getting hot and the beaches are packed. We are invaded on a daily basis by thousands of visitors from the northern US and Canada who are tired of digging themselves out of snowdrifts and would prefer to wear a swimsuit rather than a sweater.
We share our seaside home with tourists from just about everywhere, including overseas. Every parking lot will be full. You will have to wait over an hour at a restaurant without a reservation. The roads are busy and no one knows where they are going. Oh yes, did I mention Spring Break!
We refrain from swearing and remember it will soon be May and all the snowbirds would have flown. At least until October and then they start to come back again!
March madness is here The return of the snowbirds Time to hibernate
I have chosen Leader Of The Band by Dan Fogelberg. This is a favorite of mine. Written in 1981, it is a beautiful story paying homage to his father, Lawrence, who indeed as a musician was a leader of his own band. Lawrence, was still alive when the song was written but died the following year.
It has a beautiful poetic quality to it and Dan Fogelberg had such a pure tone to his voice. This is a timeless song. Sadly he died in 2013
I hope you enjoy it.
Lyrics Leader Of The Band
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son, His hands were meant for different work and his heart was known to none. He left his home and went his lone and solitary way And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay.
A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate, He tried to be a soldier once but his music wouldn't wait. He earned his love through discipline, a thund'ring, velvet hand. His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul. My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man. I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.
My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call. One went to Chicago and the other to Saint Paul And I'm in Colorado, when I'm not in some hotel Living out this life I've chosen, come to know so well.
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough And, Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough.
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul. My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man. I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band. I am the living legacy to the leader of the band.