Dan Fogelberg

So he died the other day, way too young, of prostate cancer.  Which reminds me of the fun I sometimes poke at people who think it’s prostrate, which I guess would make it the genuflecting gland or something.

Interesting history, me and Dan Fogelberg.  Because I am easygoing and incapable of staying angry or holding a grudge, it’s not so long ago that I finally forgave people like him for participating in the misguided, to use a polite term, “no nukes” album project some 25 years or so ago.  Bombs?  No, power.

That being fresh didn’t make it any less cool that I almost got to meet him once, way back then.  I stayed at a house in Maine near his.  The kids there offered to take me to meet him, but found he was away at the time, so no dice.

It also never stopped me from loving some of his music, especially Same Old Lang Syne, which is an all time favorite of mine.  I told Deb I thought he chose an interesting time to die, since it’s the time of year when that song receives a ton of extra airplay due to its New Year’s and Christmas associations.  She was amused with my “chose” phrasing.

A counter example is Cat Stevens.  After the Salman Rushdie thing, to this day I refuse to listen to Cat Stevens if I have a choice.  I change stations if one of his songs starts to play.  How long ago was that?  Been a while.

Anyway, I was sad to see the news.  Fogelberg struck me as a nice and talented guy, and it’s not like opposing an environmentally and economically energy option is overtly supporting death to anyone the way coming out in favor of a madman’s crazy religious death decree is.

Posted by on 12/18 at 09:28 AM

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