cause i'm already standing on the ground...

death is coming in multitudes of three's...it's drowning the soundtrack of my youth...and hurts on these short, brutally cold days...it allows no respite from the media-driven squawking these days...the discourse of our nation...the discourse of our globe...and there's that sudden skip your heart does when you realize that your age...and the age of those who've passed...well, that's a small gap...natalie cole...who lived longer than the ravages of her youth should have allowed...but that voice...that range...david bowie...androgynous beauty...limitless talent...the biting "suffragette city"...the sad and sweet "changes"...hypnotic "let's dance"...but it wasn't enough...glenn frey...who now will never sit in that box at the kennedy center...and watch his music eloquently dance below...will never marvel at the full circle that rock and roll can be...all now part of maudlin montages and social media excess...sadly, because although they may be our soundtrack...a song from that old transistor radio...turntable...car speaker...boom box...concert venue...cd...iphone...let's get some perspective...they're never going to be that empty seat at christmas or thanksgiving...they're sweet footnotes...or footprints in your memory...ah, but on nights like these...i'll admit...breaking out an old cd...i'll close my eyes...longing for that peaceful, easy feeling...