Eight Miles High, 56 years later...

 56 is exactly my age inverted. But there was a time, during the nineteen-sixties, that I was only a nine-year-old youngster listening to this new age of music that was so fulfilling by itself. The musical pop group The Byrds was personifying just that, the young generation liberating from the constraining age of the past. Yes, there was also that Britain group, the Beatles, but, eh! you know, we are North Americans (U.S.A. + Canada), don't you forget! And we have poets too, don't you remember Bob Dylan that has also inspire ... The Byrds!

Yes, there was a lot of Turn, Turn, Turn that our generations have taken over the years and the decades and our basic naive simplicity of thinking have vanished under all these many material preoccupations that doesn't mean anything today in that ambitious empty world of no future. And yes, there is always a time to heal. The spirit of these sixties has been succeeded by the hard rock of the seventies and thereafter the punk and the new wave ones of the eighties so, the voyage can go over and over again with different people who all want themselves not only to heal but also to repent from their lost dreams.

Eight miles high *** yes, in spirit surely but with a body still in the ground level of a difficult life of love searching.

*** Eight Miles High, The Byrds (1966)

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