don henley dreams

and the day of the golden petty

Most days I’d rather listen to Don Henley more than any Beatle or Stone.

I’m not much a fan of the brits.

California though? When I arrived there, it felt like coming home.

Perhaps I was raised on Hollywood.

More though I was raised on the sounds California.

A great Nova Scotian before me went out to California. Denny didn’t just spend his time California dreamin’. He lived it.

Tom sung to me about Ventura Blvd - a place the vampires moved west down all while sister golden hair headed east. And Fogerty, another Californian belted out my theme tune whenever I deal with the woke: It ain’t me, I ain’t no senators son.

But at this time of year, with it’s slight bite in the air and long afternoon shadows, I become obsessed with Don Henley. Baseball sucks. The best thing about baseball is that the players are called ‘the boys of summer.’

And the best thing about the Boys of Summer is Don Henley.

That song gave me a sense of nostalgia for a time I never lived. I feel yearnings, longings for a histor…