The best days of my life by Ivan Donn Carswell
What is it about Bryan Adams and his song ‘Summer of 69’? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it 90° in the shade and the harbinger of the end of the golden weather, or the impending closure of a glorious decade? He should have called it ‘The best days of my life’, it would have rested easier, a better parable than the truth, but the resonance of summer of ‘69 is timeless, an allegory to an era, a metaphor for youth. He didn’t write the song until January 1984; right or wrong it is more a creation of the eighties than a design of the endless summer of ’69. © I.D. Carswell
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