When my short story, The Sound Bite, was first published by woman’s corner magazine in 2006, the editors wrote the following, by way of introduction –
Hippies-turned-stockbrokers. That description hit home a couple of years ago, when I saw Carole King and James Taylor at Madison Square Garden as part of the Troubadour Reunion Tour. Twenty-thousand stockbrokers, in hundred dollar seats, turning back the clock, hippies again for one extraordinary evening. And I was reminded of that again tonight, watching the Troubadour singer-songwriter special on PBS.
It’s about identity, how music defines us and connects us. I said once, in another post, It’s about how the boy still lives, somewhere inside the man, but also about how the man always lived, somewhere inside that boy. With one ear, I was listening tonight in 2013, but the other ear was firmly planted somewhere in the 70s.
I don’t know how to explain those years. It seems so unreal to me now. But I have long understood that fiction reveals truth in a way that a strictly factual account never can. Woman’s corner magazine, unfortunately, is no longer publishing, but, once digitized, nothing truly disappears. Go into the basement and find that old, scratchy copy of Tapestry, put it on the turntable and turn back the clock. Inhale deeply and follow the link to The Sound Bite.