R. Depew 2005-08-04
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John Denver's music defined my life as a teen and a young man. While my friends were into Fraternity of Man, Led Z and Tarkas, John Denver's music resonated in me and matched the experiences I was having in my life. In my early adult years, beginning with Windsong and Spirit, he started moving from easygoing nature boy and peace advocate into the mystical and more radical side of things. His music after Spirit reflected this shift, and I got increasingly disenchanted with it. Someone gave me I Want To Live as a gift, but I think Spirit was the last JD album I bought with my own money.
In addition, his personal life at the time started clashing with the public image he had built over the years. The love and fidelity for his wife that he celebrated in "Back Home Again" turned out to be a sham. He wrapped his Porsche around a tree (once? twice?) while speeding drunk along dangerous mountain roads, and tried many times to beat the ticket -- so much for love of nature, preserving natural resources, respect for fellowman and so on. When he crashed his plane, he was doing what he loved, but he was doing it with a suspended pilot's license -- suspended because of his history of drunken driving.
So JD and I parted company after Spirit. I didn't even listen to my old albums until after his death, when my kids started living through the same experiences I'd lived through. Suddenly the old music was relevant again. Telling bedtime stories to my children turned "Pegasus" into something magical, and similarly, tickle fights with the kids in the living room redeemed "It Makes Me Giggle". Watching a 13-year-old boy grow up made "Come and Let Me Look In Your Eyes" suddenly relevant. Dancing with my daughters brought back images of "Polka Dots and Moonbeams." Traveling home from business overseas personalized "Like a Sad Song" and "The Wrangell Mountain Song" (and "Starwood in Aspen," surprisingly). And watching my children's spiritual awakenings evoked, as others have mentioned, the last chorus of "The Wings that Fly Us Home."
I have no use for "Baby, You Look Good to Me Tonight." (It is good music, written and performed well, and it's REALLY fun to parody, but I've grown to associate it with the later Denver, and so it goes to the bottom of the Suck-o-Meter, in my opinion.) But the rest of the album is good stuff, the last of the kind of music that won the hearts of so many people, made him famous, and made his concerts so much fun.