[I just posted the text and link below at the Falls Chance Ranch forum, where Rolf & Ranger are hosting a virtual campout to help ease their readers' stress over world events during the past few weeks. I will only add here that the song I link to is terribly appropriate for the story I'm currently writing, "Tempest."]
My apprentice Jo/e and I wanted to share a song that was written in the summer of 1969, and which seems as appropriate now as it did then.
Some context for those of you who weren't around back then (which includes me, in a certain sense; I was an oblivious six-year-old). As the author of the notes to this song's album put it, "The starry-eyed optimism that had taken hold of America's young during the mid-Sixties didn't just die in 1969 - it was ripped to shreds." In 1969, the murderers of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Robert F. Kennedy were on trial. Americans feared further race riots. The Vietnam War was in full swing, and young American men waited to see whether they would be drafted. Across the country, university campuses were torn apart by protests which sometimes turned violent.
In 1969, the Midwestern university where my father taught underwent student and faculty protests. One of the results of the divisiveness was that my father eventually resigned his position and moved his family halfway across the country to take a new job. (That's why I now live in Maryland.)
In 1969, Jo/e's father was serving in Vietnam.
I often listened to this song at home in the 1970s, when I was a troubled adolescent; my parents owned the album. My parents and Jo/e's parents would have first heard this song around the time its album was released, in January 1970.Simon & Garfunkel's "Bridge Over Troubled Water."