Although dad was living at the bars most of the time, he met a girl that I now remember to be his only girlfriend that I really liked. She was sweet, earthy and so nice to me. I think her name was Renae. She introduced me to John Denver. I remember she brought over a bunch of his records and I would play them over and over. Oh my God, he was so beautiful! He wasn't grungy. He wasn't a sh--kicker. He wasn't a druggie. He didn't fit into any kind of category exactly. He was just John. The music was pure. His playing was precise and his voice was so fine. I would sit in the blanket tent that Renae made me in my room and listen to John play.
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Today they are playing John on PBS and raising money for the station. As I re-live the songs, I know that my musical instincts and intuition as a child were right on the money! Absolutely incredible! In my early thirties when John died I was so sad. As I recall, he crashed in his airplane in the Pacific Ocean off the southern California coast. Although I had gotten into some different kinds of music as a teenager, and in my twenties, I always remembered the beauty of John Denver. I also will never forget Renae, the person that befriended me in that time of my life. She was really the only girlfriend that my dad ever had that was a decent and nice person. She was also someone that seemed real and genuine in what I now refer to as a "plastic world" (California). Soon thereafter, my parents got back together and Renae got kicked to the curb. I liked her better than my own mom and I was so disappointed that she could not come over any more.
Now, once again, I know that I was so true to myself when I was young. I still love the hippie women! Natural. Hairy arm pits. Bare feet. Subarus. Peace and joy. Organic natural food. F--k the prescription drugs. Just herbs...God's medicine. Yea baby! Now, as an adult, I live in a cool and progressive - new age hippie town in the North Carolina mountains. I love it here. It's "Rocky Mountain High." It's my sweet and wonderful Asheville, NC.