First of May

I have a delicious dichotomy, I crave contact sports and I love the Bee Gees. Played tackle football down Carl Schurz Park at 6 years old, and bought New York Mining Disaster 1941 the week it came out. I'm a sucker for orchestrated rock, brothers or sisters singing harmony, and hitting three guys when they try to tackle me. The secret: hit them first, they think you are going to try to avoid them. Don't.

First of May was the first single off the terrific red velvet felt double album, Odessa (spring, 1969). What a gift, not a thunk on it, every song a keeper. It's one of those records that swiftly moves me from feeling sad to happy then back again to sad. Sweet music, I miss tackle. Please, don't tell my orthopedist.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gewTWM6fH0



First of May

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And as I recall the moment of them all,
the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess who'll cry come first of May.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
do do do do do do do do do ...
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
someone else moved in from far away.