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       A TRIBUTE TO ROD McKUEN
PART 1

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Rod with some of his best known friends.

A Thought for Today

Immortality must be terrific. No one’s ever complained about it.

 

Welcome back to the real world - hope your Christmas was filled with love, good cheer and lots of friends. Ours certainly was which made it one of the nicest we've celebrated in a number of years. Thanks to all of you who took the time to send Christmas greetings - they were much appreciated.

Christmas Day itself was, as usual, a magical musical day in the Blackie home. We shared the opening of our gifts with local artist Daniele Pascal (you may remember me talking about her Brel show a few weeks ago) via her wonderful CD "Noel in Provence" which made me more determined than ever to celebrate a northern hemisphere Christmas sooner rather than later. Hey, it's difficult getting into the reindeer and snow thing when it's 30 degrees C. outside!

Living as we do at the tip of Africa means we sometimes have to wait awhile before catching up with the rest of the world. Such was the case with the TV special "Pavarotti and Friends for Guatemala and Kosovo" which only aired here a couple of days before Christmas. Great show and being a child of the 60's I was thrilled to see Joe Cocker still strutting his stuff and sounding as good as ever. Santa kindly slipped a copy of the CD in his sack and it's hardly been off the CD player since.

The soundtrack from "Notting Hill" was another album that found it's way into our home over the festive season, which enabled us to celebrate two South African connections. One of our noted record producers, "Mutt" Lange, is married to Shania Twain and co-wrote "You've Got A Way (Notting Hill Remix)" with Shania.

From this album came the surprise package of the year - the astonishing cover of the classic Aznavour hit "She" by Elvis Costello. Nothing can beat the original Aznavour recording but Costello comes very close and I just loved his rendition. Charles's collaborator on this wonderful number was, by the way, a Johannesburg man, Herbert Kretzmer. Let's hear it for the good guys from down south!

Recently Rod reminded us that "Christmas is as much a time for summing up as it is a time for celebration". How true, particularly this year as we thankfully get rid of the nineties and prepare to welcome in a brand new millennium.

So contemplation, reflection, summing up, call it what you will, will be the order of the day this week. Thinking about what we should have said and done throughout the year - but didn't, and what we should have left well alone - but went ahead and said or did anyway. I'm particulary good at screwing up in this manner and it's all indelibly entered in my life's diary under the heading "Learning Life's Lessons The Hard Way".

At the end of this year, decade, century, and millennium I thought it fitting that we paused for awhile and gave some thought to the part Rod and his work has played in our lives to date. That he's an important part of our lives is self-evident, otherwise we wouldn't be here reading the Flight Plan on a daily basis. His contribution to individual lives no doubt varies from person to person and over the next few days we'll hear from some of his friends who stop by ASPTL on a regular basis, just what Rod means to them and the part he's played in their lives.

I'll flesh out the Flight Plan each day with some fun pics and a couple of my favorite poems and I hope the end result, a belated Christmas gift and our tribute to a very special and remarkable man, will be something Rod will treasure in the years ahead.

                      -
Ken, Johannesburg, December 27

Sonja, Keith and Rita kick off this first part of our tribute with their special memories of Rod.

Thank you, Ken, for this opportunity of expressing how much Rod has meant to me, my life, and therefore the people around me.

In finding Rod some 32 yrs ago, I found myself!!!! That was (and still is at times) very hard to deal with...I am not purrrrrrrfect. Rod has taught me how to deal with ME. The most important part of that teaching has been "It doesn't matter who you love or how you love but that you love."

He taught me it is OK, feels good and is necessary, to LOVE ... give all that I have...say the words "I am in love with you" ... SHOW that person and the world and .... never feel ashamed of those wonderful minutes, hours,days...and if lucky, years spent IN LOVING. Rod and his being are always with me through his music and words. I am never alone ...never without a warm touch, a soft kiss in thought, a reason for living. I can make it through the darkest night, the loneliest day.

Because of Rod. I love to love. I only wish I could give back a portion of what he has given me.Thank you, Rod McKuen, from the bottom of my LIFE.

SonjaK

The year was about 1963. I was married had 3 young children, about 32 yrs. old (67 now) when I heard The Sea for the first time. We were at the home of a couple who were our best friends, she said she had a record we must hear. I was enthralled by the words and music, and started buying his books. Stanyan Street and Other Sorrows was my first, added many later.

To say reading his thoughts in words changed my life is an understatement, from those days to this many of my own thoughts on how life should be lived, loved and enjoyed have their base in his way of thinking. As an example, when I read his definition of Love that has been my definition to this day. “Love after all is giving what you most need to get”. In fact I call that my credo of love.

The words/thoughts of this young man (at the time) were so far beyond anything I had ever read it was difficult to believe he was so young, yet so profound in his thinking about life. Many have said, “he says what I would like to have said” - how true in my case also.

The words of Rod were a common bond between the lady who first played that record and myself, we became very good friends, we shared love in a manner we had not ever experienced before in our lives. The most wonderful long lasting part of our lives was that we for the first time found ourselves. We shared this love for many years, circumstances occurred over time to slip those bonds. That was OK, the needs at the time had been fulfilled. The parting was not sad it just happened over time. One of the happiest memories is of going to his concert at Red Rocks in the foothills of Denver. I lived in the Denver area.

During that time we had both collected as many books and records as we could find, I still have them. My life changed many different ways, yet in times of stress or happiness I would take in hand a RM book, find a quiet corner and find myself again. Yet wondering “what had happened to Rod McKuen”?

Then one evening for the heck of it I started searching the web for anything about RM, and the Message Board of tara & Bill was right there, wow excitement ran high. Some wondering if he were dead, others saying he was not etc. Then Rod did indeed appear. Once again the words and thoughts are here for us to savor in our own individual ways. Once again I experience love in an even deeper more meaningful way that ever before in my life. The difference now is that I have enough experience (age) to be able to more fully appreciate my “credo”. Now I have more knowledge of how to give love, to give of me. Sure feels good in the mind and body.

My mind and heart look toward the tomorrows of my life, with the hope of seeing Rod McKuen in concert again and reading more of his thoughts.


Keith Kidd

When I was 19 a dear friend introduced me to the words of Rod McKuen by recommending that I listen to an LP called "The Sea". It was love at first listen. I soon became aware that this same genius had written songs for Glen Yarborough and Frank
Sinatra. Then one day I brought home my first LP recorded by McKuen and I was hooked.

Over the next few years I went to every McKuen concert within 200 miles of Canton, Ohio. I never dreamed that one day Rod would know my name or write to me personally. As the years went by whenever I needed quiet time or needed to draw within myself, I would take out one of his books or listen to one of his LPs. He was always there for me with just the right words.

In 1993 that dear friend who introduced me to Rod died. By then he was my husband, lover, partner and best friend. Suddenly listening to the records we had enjoyed together became too painful. I tried to run from the pain and emptiness, and in too short a time I found the arms of man who had no soul. He had need of me, but he could not understand me. When that relationship ended (as it was bound to), I felt desolate. I was past 50, and felt there was nothing left to live for. Then one day in the Mall in the record store I found a new McKuen CD called "Rod McKuen: At The Movies". There was the old friend I had been afraid to listen to. I took him home and he warmed my soul. Instead of pain, his music brought comfort. I was healing.

A few months later, when I learned to access the internet, my first search was on the name McKuen. Imagine my delight at finding ASPTL! It was indeed a lifeline to someone who was drowning. A few months later Stanyan by Mail was announced and finally I could get copies of "Finding My Father", "Black Eagle", "An Outstretched Hand", and many of Rod's classical works. The links to the Message Board put me in touch with others who understand me. Rod is not a god to me, but he is truly a gift from God. His unselfish giving of his time and talent, reaffirm my faith in God and His goodness.

Once again life is full of wonder and hope. Each day there is a new Flight Plan, and new friends on the message boards who share my joys and sorrows. Rod's work is multiplied by his circle of friends who share his goals and ideals. Especially people like Dwight and Ken and so many others. I am proud be numbered in that circle of friends.

Rita Barlow

Part 2 of our "Tribute to Rod McKuen" tomorrow - don't miss it!

                        - Ken, Johannesburg, December 27

notable birthdays John Amos o Gerard Depardieu o Marlene Dietrich o 'Howdy Doody' o Tovah Feldshuh o Sydney Greenstreet o Rich Jones o Michael Joseph o David Knopfler o Eva LaRue o Oscar Levant o Dr. William Masters o Louis Pasteur o Roy White
Rod's random thoughts Know yourself and be successful.

The older we get the more luxuries and essentials converge.

Forty percent of life is mail order and it’s getting worse.

STANYAN STREET

You lie bent up in embryo sleep
below the painting of the blue fisherman
                             without a pillow.
The checkered cover kicked and tangled on the
      floor
the old house creaking now
a car going by
the wind
a fire engine up the hill.

I’ve disentangled myself from you
                           moved silently,
groping in the dark for cigarettes,
and now three cigarettes later
                               still elated
                                     still afraid
I sit across the room watching you -
the light from the street lamp coming through the
       shutters
hysterical patterns flash on the wall sometimes
                  when a car goes by
otherwise there is no change.
Not in the way you lie curled up.
Not in the sounds that never come from you.
Not in the discontent I feel.

You’ve filled completely
this first November day
with Sausalito and sign language
                           canoe and coffee
                             ice cream and your wide eyes.
And now unable to sleep
because the day is finally going home
because your sleep has locked me out
I watch you and wonder at you.

I know your face by touch when it’s dark
I know the profile of your sleeping face
the sound of you sleeping.

Sometimes I think you were all sound
kicking free of covers
and adjusting shutters
moving about in the bathroom
           taking twenty minutes of our precious time.

I know the hills
         and gullys of your body
                   the curves
                             the turns.

I have total recall of you
and Stanyan Street
because I know it will be important later.

It’s quiet now.
Only the clock,
moving toward rejection tomorrow
breaks the stillness.

   - a portion of the title poem from "Stanyan Street & Other Sorrows", 1966

© 1966, 1986, 1999 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan
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