"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray. I went for a walk... at the YMCA..."
Sad news yesterday of the death of two parts of my pop-culture heritage. I wanted to commemorate both yesterday, but a system freeze kept me from doing so.
John Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas was announced dead from heart failure yesterday, at the age of 65.
When I was a subway singer, "California Dreamin'" was a staple for me. The harmonies, the lyrics... they were just special. "Monday Monday" was also a great song.
Although the group only had 5 songs known, they were still a part of the cultural fabric of my life, and he will be deeply missed.
What drives it home even more: my dad is only 62 (not that 65 was that old). He just had heart surgery last November.
Unnamed (for now) from The Village People. I feel awful that I don't have his name handy right now, but I'll track it down. He was even younger: a mere 51.
True, the Village People get a lot of snorts of derision for their style of music, its sexual implications, or the fact the group didn't know how to play instruments... but can you think of a wedding or Bar Mitzvah which you didn't hear "YMCA" at in the past decade or so? Remember the karaoke gag using them in Wayne's World 2?
If anything, no matter the jokes, they brought FUN to the music scene. He will also be missed.
The first day of spring today. How sad that it had to start with good-byes.