In the news this week, two legends are retiring. Sir Elton John will finish off the next few years of commitments and call it quits. Neil Diamond, facing Parkinson’s, realizes his touring days are behind him.
Those of us of the same generation are saddened by this news……To us, our rock stars are forever young, dancing and belting out ear deafening rhythms on stage. When we see them succumbing to the frailties of age, we have to face our own demons. The music of our bodies, the crinkling knees, the popping joints, these form our cacophony of tunes. All of my generation know some days are better than others; some mornings, more notes of pain play the melody of our day. Now, imagine if you had to go on stage and face thousands of fans, waiting for you to relive the days of your youth each night. It is no wonder these legends are tired. Attention is alluring, but there comes a time when the years take their toll. Bidding farewell to adoring fans screaming and dancing for you must be an enormous challenge from which to turn one’s back. But we have lost a number of legends recently; I am sure other aging musicians are haunted by this fact and wish for a few years of quiet away from the road.
We all want a few years of quiet, sprinkled in amidst whatever youthful energies we can muster on our own time worn road. All except Jagger. When his skinny butt stops shaking on the stage, then it’s time for all of us to step quietly away from our travels, wherever that yellow brick road has taken us.