One of the many memories of going off to college in 1972 out on the windy dusty plains of Texas was an up and coming singer that had songs about mountains. The one thing I was really homesick for over those years were mountains. When I fell in love, many times over those four years, there was the perfect song for someone passionate about a woman: You fill up my senses... (Annie's Song) Not hard to sing along with if you drop an octave.
It's hard to imagine it's been 14 years since John Denver's plane ran out of fuel and his voice was lost to the world. At one time his album An Evening With John Denver was the biggest selling of all time. Of all his songs the one I love the most on this album is: Grandma's Featherbed.
Today on the anniversay of that tragic day his Windstar foundation in Colorado is hosting an open house and auction to continue his work.
John Denver is one of the celebrities that purchased a painting from Anne Littlewolf. She recently did a John Denver collection of paintings based on his songs, and Windstar accepted them for their auction. Over the next month I'll put on the paintings on my heading. I've started with Portait of a Hawk.
4 comments:
I really miss him. That dude could really sing.
When I worked in the Anadarko Basin in western Oklahoma there was an old house on the side of SH 152 that everybody said was the house he grew up in. Of course I had no idea if that were true.
Yes he is missed. Maybe if you looked it up in google?
My God, has it really been that long? It seems like only 5 years ago or so to me. But then, time flies by too quickly. John Denver was an incredible talent!
Yes, Michael he was.
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