“Blue Sky, Sunny Day” A Trip Down Memory Lane

"Eat a Peach" "Blue Sky"

Yesterday I took a little trip down memory lane. It began in the morning while I was  driving to work and sort of continued off and on all day. I had the radio tuned to KLOS were Mark and Brian were mindlessly chatting with some guy on the phone about the Patriot’s Gronkowski ‘s shirtless dance display only hours after their Super Bowl loss. What a complete waste of airtime, who the hell really cares!

Having had enough of Mark & Brian’s rambling I reached over and switched off the radio and pushed the CD button instead. A few moments later there it was, a song from the past that brought a smile to my face and filled my head with pleasant memories.  If I hadn’t been driving I would have closed my eyes and let the music take me away!

“Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don’t worry ’bout where it’s going, no, no.
Don’t fly, mister blue bird, I’m just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know                                                                       You’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day.                                                                             Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,                                      Turn your love my way, yeah.”                                                                                                                                                                                  “Blue Sky” Allman Brothers 1972

And for a few moments it was the Spring of 1972 again. The Allman Brothers album “Eat a Peach” was all over the radio. It was the Allman’s first release since the death of lead guitarist and co-founder Duane Allman six months before who was killed in a motorcycle accident. Deejays were playing the hell out of it. Among the tunes on the album was a sweet little gem called “Blue Sky” an awesome upbeat love song with some great guitar! I was twenty and in the process of recovering from a failed romance. Yeah first love, it can rip your heart out.

I remember the first time I heard ‘Blue Sky” I was on my way to Monkey Wards where I worked part time as a gas attendant. The song blew me away! Right after work I stopped at Zodys on the way home and bought it. Later my buddy Brian came by and we sat in my garage room for several hours indulging in both kinds of Bud and digging on the Allmans. Bri thought ‘Blue Sky’ was a great song too.

About two months before I had met a girl at a party. We seemed to hit off pretty well so we went on a date. Let me tell you it was a disaster almost from the start. We survived the evening and after taking her home I figured I’d never see her again. But a few weeks later she was at a friend’s party. A buddy of mine and I were playing guitar in one of the bedrooms, she came in listened to a song I had recently written about my lost love, and somehow we connected and began dating again.

I remember sitting there all those years ago in my green over-stuffed sofa chair listening to “Blue Sky” for the upteenth time and wondering if perhaps this brown haired beauty who had recently entered my life was my blue sky, my sunny day. I certainly hoped so.

With that thought the song ended and I was back in the present and went on to work. Throughout the day fragments of memories of those days kept crossing my mind. It was a special time in my life, a new beginning. It turns out that that girl was my blue sky! And 40 years later she’s still my Blue Sky, my sunny day…  well on most days anyway….

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Eat A Peach original album cover

Just Saying,

JS

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                   

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