Monday, November 3, 2008

It's November in Michigan...

...And, to me, that means Gordon Lightfoot.

There aren't a lot of good videos of the song on the Utube (and zero decent videos with Lightfoot singing the song live), but I liked that this vid opens with old news footage of the wreck.

9 comments:

heather t said...

mm, me too. I actually heard this on the radio a couple of weeks ago(forgot which station). So much more meaningful now than when we sang it once a year in elementary music class.

Colin said...

Thanks for posting that. Growing up in Minnesota, we visited the North Shore a lot for little weekend trips, and my parents always played that song at least a few times during the drive up from the Twin Cities (and November was our favorite time of year to visit, when Superior is beautiful in a very harsh sort of way). I'm living in England, now, and hearing this again is bringing back great memories of home.

Condo Blues said...

Being an Ohioain growing up on Lake Erie, I remember hearing about this and song, a lot.

How weird is this, I just made a "gales of November come early" comment to my husband before I clicked on your blog in my reader. Eerie.

Rabbits' Guy said...

We lived in Detroit ... Plymouth actually .. when the Fitzgerald went down. That was a horrid winter all the way around - in January it was 18 below for a couple of nights.

Rabbits' Guy said...

You need another award! Pick it up at our place! It'll have to do until the 2008 Pickle awards are announced!

L.Bo Marie said...

http://www.facebook.com/friends/?ref=tn#/event.php?eid=56392141928&ref=nf

:)

I love Gordie.

L.Bo Marie said...

http://www.facebook.com/friends/
?ref=tn#/event.php?eid=56392141928&
ref=nf


ummmm, for some reason it doesn't want to post things intact.
how sad.

basicly, it's an online party for Gordie's birthday hosted by canoe.ca
how lovely.

Irma said...

Gordon Lightfoot rules ALL, end of discussion.

New to your blog, found it just the other day, but you are inspiring me to use my (huge) backyard for something tangible and productive, instead of all that blasted grass.

Young Snowbird said...

I remember sitting around the kitchen table listening to the radio as the story of the wreck unfolded. It was my sister's 14th birthday. We lived in St. Paul, MN. We had done many previous visits to Duluth to see the ships. Though we did not personally know anyone on the Edmund Fitzgerald, it still felt really personal. To this day I cannot hear that song without getting all choked up.