A Heartache Tonight
Part of me can’t wait for 2016 to morph into 2017 and another part of me is fearful of how much worse it’s going to be. I see nothing good coming from this transition of power.
I am and have been determined to push back at every opportunity to hold this new regime’s feet to the fire but, lately, I’ve become very sad. I’m not a crier by nature. Crying never helped me through any of the tough times in my past but, suddenly the slightest thing puts a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
Many tears dampened my cheeks last night as I watched the Kennedy Center Honors. I look forward to it every year but, this year I knew it would be difficult because it’s the last time for the Obama’s and what’s left of civility in politics and the arts as we know it.
So many of the honorees last night were a huge part of my life. James Taylor is like comfort food in music form, to me. Bonnie Raitt came out and I started to cry.
I scribbled notes on a pad of paper while I watched and it is a hodge-podge of love and sadness, fear and anger. What will next year’s event be like? Will there even be one? Who will be ‘honored’? Chachi and Nugent?? Or the orange buffoon himself?
The Obama’s looked so sad. Not like most years. It was heartbreaking. Tears welled up again. I shook them off for a while as I became more fearful and angry than sad.
I was remembering where I was when I heard of JFK’s assassination. Sitting in 8th grade English class as it came over the PA system. Talk about your moment of silence. As I recall it was, perhaps, the first manikin challenge. No one stirred.
Mavis Staples tribute, gospel music, bawling my eyes out.
Linda Ronstadt! I’m always sad when I think that she can no longer sing and how painful that must be for her. Now, my face is a sopping mess.
When they got to the Eagles I was already a puddle and, even though the finale was meant to be fun and rousing I simply wasn’t feeling that way. Vince Gill, Garth Brooks, Bob Seeger! The ‘70’s and ‘80’s flashed through my heart and when the camera went to Don Henley, Joe Walsh, and Timothy B. Schmit, they all looked sad.
Could have been they were wishing Glenn Frey was there with them, but I suspect it goes even deeper than that. It was more than sadness on their faces, I believe. Maybe they’re afraid, too.
Stephen Colbert did his best to lighten things up, but it didn’t lift the pall in the room. There were too many heavy hearts to lift. It really was A Heartache Tonight.