Monday, October 12, 2009

Adventurers, Fate, and The Will to Fly

by Julia Buckley
I blogged at Mysterious Musings once about Amelia Earhart and the small plane that let her down in the end; she disappeared in 1937, and how she died remains the subject of debate. Late in 2008 America heard the fate of explorer Steve Fossett, who disappeared in his small plane on September 3rd, 2007. And on today's date in 1997, John Denver crashed in his small plane and died on impact.

Many a celebrity and many an adventurer has died in a small plane crash; Denver's death was particularly sad for me, because I'd always been a fan of his music. While some criticized Denver for not being country enough and others simply labeled him as weird, I always recognized the poet in him--all one had to do was listen to his songs.

Denver focused on nature and positive feelings. His homage to his first wife Annie, appropriately named "Annie's Song," was one of the loveliest tributes ever written. How could a woman not be flattered when a man claimed "You fill up my senses/like a night in a forest; like the mountains in springtime/like a walk in the rain; like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses; come fill me again." ?

One of my favorite Denver tunes was a little-known anthem to nature called Eagle and Hawk. It went:

"Oh, I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky;
I am the hawk, and there's blood on my feathers,
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me,
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly . . .

Come dance with the west wind and
Touch all the mountaintops;
Sail oe'r the canyons and up to the stars--
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future,
All that you can be, not what you are."

Denver's crash shocked me, because I had just seen him on a talk show a couple of days before. He was fifty-three but looked ten years younger; he was happy and positive and talking about new music he was going to be making. And then, in an instant, he was gone in the way so many others had been gone before him. Like Earhart and Fossett, Denver couldn't resist flying, and his aircraft was considered experimental.

Denver's website claims that "John Denver’s generosity of spirit colored his music with a pure, simple grace, casting a spell that crossed the barriers of age, economics, geography, language and politics."

I would have to agree. And while Denver accomplished much, not only in his music but in acts of philanthropy, I wish he had been given a bit more time.

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Elizabeth Spann Craig said...

I'm a fan of John Denver, too. His music and lyrics seem to make me slow down a little and enjoy the world around me. Nice tribute.

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Julia Buckley said...

Thanks--it's still rather shocking to me, his death, even after all this time.

Sandy Cody said...

I'm a fan of his too. My husband and I recently made a long car trip and his music added to the enjoyment, especially when we were traveling through the mountains in WV.

Julia Buckley said...

"Almost heaven," right, Sandy? :)