Bacharach

If you see me walking down the street

And I start to cry each time we meet….

With Burt Bacharach’s passing, snippets of songs that swoop in, transport and unearth a barrage of feelings and images of a time supposedly long gone but suddenly throbbingly alive and present.

Northfield School, Moore Hall, 1968, I’m sitting on the window ledge, legs dangling, feeling spring and a massive mixture of rebellion, longing, restlessness, passions and urgency.

Spring of ’68…MLK…Viet Nam…drugs, sex and rock and roll, the world as we knew it on fire.

Oh, wait a minute….when was this?

What the world needs now is love, sweet love.

Thank you, Mister Bacharach.

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