Peter Gabriel
Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
I’ve been touched by a lot of music, but I wonder about people who really think an artist is singing specifically to them. Like when I heard John Lennon chuckling over the fan who wrote to tell him he’d BEEN to the exact spot, that hole in the ocean, and had SEEN the glass onion. How weird and creepy.
Still, I was feeling very low when I bought this Peter Gabriel album, and listened to it over and over. I don’t remember what I thought the words meant, or how they specifically applied to me, but I do know one day I felt better, and knew everything would be okay, and it happened while I was listening to this song. So thank you, Peter.
I didn’t call him up and suggest a rendez-vous, but this song will always be way up there on my private list of important songs.
This is how it should be, each of us with our special songs. A good college friend loves Genesis. We spent lots of nights listening to LPs in the dark, smoking cigs. and being cool. Genesis was always on the playlist.
An old fave and so is Paint It Black.
Do artists write for themselves or for the masses?