Saying Goodbye to a Talented Songwriter/Singer

One of the greatest song writers recently died from something that was curable.


Dan Fogelberg died of prostate cancer Sunday December 16, 2007.

Why? When such a simple test is all you need to detect it early?

Dan Fogelberg's lyrics have always resonated with me. Simple and true. Not frilly. Not over done. Simple.

Sorta like eating an ice cone on a hot Summer afternoon. A simple pleasure.

Such a shame that a talented soul like his had to go so early in life in his fifties.
One of my favorite songs of his is "Same Old Lang Syne". Thanks to http://www.danfogelberg.com/alphalyrics5.html for the lyrics
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Same Old Lang Syne

Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car


We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly but the traveling was hell

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence, another 'auld lang syne'

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out and I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned in to rain...