For Phil
Usually
the deaths of famous people and artists don't affect me that much.
I'll have a moment of sadness and think about it, but then it'll pass
from my brain. But when the death of Phil Everly, half of the
pioneering, wildly influential rock duo, The Everly Brothers, passed
away it really hit me. When the news of Phil's death came in the
evening of January 3rd,
delivered to me from a post by a friend on Facebook, I said out loud
“Oh, no.” I quickly grabbed a video of “Walk Right Back” off
YouTube and posted it to my Facebook page, then I went over to my
record player and started playing Everly Brothers records.
I
listened to the songs that night, and was reminded—as I am every
time I listen to them—of how crazily perfect their harmonies were.
It wasn't till the two days later, the morning of the 5th,
that it really seemed to hit me. CBS's Sunday
Morning
program did a lovely tribute to Phil, and when I heard the opening
chord to “All I Have to Do Is Dream,” I felt tears slowly begin
to form in my eyes. I was caught off guard by this, and I know it's
because I heard that opening chord. “All I Have to Do Is Dream”
is one of those songs that, to me, is damn near perfect.
“All I Have to Do Is Dream,” has always been one my favorites
by them, and it's hard to pick favorites with a group whose catalog
is rich with killer songs. I listen to “All I Have to Do is Dream”
and it reminds me of everything that love should be, could be. Maybe
it isn't that pure, or that simple, or that wonderful. But if I would
ever get married, “All I Have to Do Is Dream” is the kind of song
I'd want to have played at the wedding.
We often take people for granted, and then their deaths remind us of
why we fell in love with them in the first place. I never took The
Everly Brothers for granted. They're one of a handful of artists
that's always in my main rotation of music. I've heard their music
most of my life, and it wasn't til high school, when my music library
began to really grow that I finally started to own some of their
albums. But Phil's passing served as a reminder to me of just how
damned perfect they were. The Everly Brothers were transcendent.
Don't let anyone kid you into thinking they weren’t influential.
Without The Everly Brothers, Simon and Garfunkel wouldn't have been
Simon and Garfunkel. Without The Everly Brothers, the sound of Lennon
and McCartney wouldn't have been what it was. It's popular to dismiss
some of the early rockers these days, as many people have crazy ideas
on what rock is. Granted, I'm one of the most opinionated people in
the world when it comes to music, but I love what I love, and I love
it with all my heart and soul.
The Everly's music won't fade anytime soon, or at all, really.
Younger kids will grow up with parents whose passion is music, and
they'll introduce them to it. Misfit teenagers who realize that music
means more to them than anything else, will discover them, and that
great wave of joy that once washed over me when I first heard them,
will wash over them as well.
So thank you, Phil. Thanks for making some of the most amazing music
I could have ever hoped to have heard. Music that fills my heart and
soul with joy, happiness, and hope. You and Don made magic, and I
will be eternally grateful for it. Rest in peace.
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