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Hey I'm not getting heavy but this is a poem I wrote in 1997
I wrote it in about 10 minutes after having a few pints and picking up a curry to take home (in LA where I now live). I was feeling kind of nostalgic (and buzzed) as I drove home blasting the track ICE from the Camel album "I can see your house from here". The first time I heard this track was when my good friend (and rival keyboardist......lol) Marc Ceeney put his walkman headphones on me as we were walking on the beach at the Gower Coast, Wales (approx. 1983). At the time I was tripping on acid, walking barefoot in the sand, looking up at the seagulls & sky, etc. and the track just blew me away. Four of us were on a weeks, drug induced, kill the Bong in one, holiday. It was myself, Marc Ceeney, Paul Williams & Mark Whittington.
The poem though applies to all my friends (through the years) that I have lost touch with or rarely speak to anymore. Also If you haven't heard the track ICE you should check it out. The musicianship and guitar & keyboard solos are excellent and the whole track takes you on a 10 minute emotional rollercoaster ride from one single acoustic guitar to a full on wall of sound.
Here is a link to Camel's web site, if you go to the juke box you can listen to ICE. However, it is the live version which is no where near as good as the studio version (the band has a different line up and the keyboard solos are especially not as good as the originals).
LOST YOUTH
Drifting back to lost times of friends, good times, now just a memory. Where did they go? Life lived on a moment, antthing goes, just good times taken for granted.
Do old friends remember as well, or just me? Drifting in my capsule - my car, playing an old song that triggered the flashback. I want to hold on to it, savor the time while I'm there, then the song ends and reality rushes in.
If you remember let me know. You shared those times, you know who you are. Let's relive them if only for a moment. They were wonderful, full of life, everything ahead, big dreams, playing wild....
Life's to short to forget so quick. I know you care so let's not hide, Let's Celebrate! and remember Lost Youth that we left not far behind.
To my friends. 1997 © Garron R. Larcombe
Don't get me wrong, I love living in the LA with my wife Cindy, our 5 cats and a dog. I have a thriving business, plenty of friends and we have quite a few barbeques and parties. It's just I had another life in Wales and sometimes I miss my roots - especially when ICE is playing.......lol.
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