A blog by a sweet friend got me to thinking about how men just get better as they get older. So much of the brashness, the wildness, the strong-headedness fades and is replaced by a mellow, richer spirit. Musicians seem to settle into their roles, and after the battles with the booze and the drugs are over, find a lightness in being, reflecting a newfound wisdom in their music.
Thank goodness some men retain that bad-boy attitude and refuse to let the world change them. Lucky for us. Eric Burdon of the Animals was the first man that came to mind when I thought of men who have refused to "go quietly into that good night". The lines carved into his face and his gift of a most amazing voice, enriched over the years, make him twice the man he used to be. I'm pretty sure he'll die growling, with a petulant youth's smirk on his face. Good for him. And for us.
And as a wise man once said: "You wanna find the truth in life, don't pass music by. And you know I would not lie."