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Edited on Mon May-30-05 11:52 PM by BigBearJohn
When I was a young man and the Vietnam war was on everyone's mind I fell in love with the music of John Denver. One warm August evening a friend surprised me on my birthday with 2 tickets to see John Denver live at an open air theatre called "The Greek Theater" in Los Angeles.
The opening act for John Denver was a comedian/activist named Dick Gregory. He fired up the crowd of about 4,000 people with talk about how evil the goverment was, what a waste of precious life the Vietnam war was. He had the 4000 or so teenagers and young adults pissed and angry. Stomping on the stadium floor. Angry, pissed. You could feel the tension.
Then the curtains are closed and 5 minutes later they open again. This time the stage is a mountain scene, replete with campfire, and John Denver with guitar. He took us through a soothing number of songs like "Sunshine on my Shoulder," "Rocky Mountain High," "Poem's Prayers and Promises."
Well, soon the whole auditorium started swaying side-to-side, arms around each others shoulders in unity. The love in the air was palpable. The audience absolutely refused to let him off the stage. Well, they closed the curtains, then reopened them. There was one solitary spot light on John Denver, sitting on small stool in the middle of the stage with only a small 6-string acoustic guitar.
He assured the audience, "With all the disappointment, ruined dreams, hate and anger expressed about America, it's hard to find anything to feel grateful about. Ok. We have some very rotten bad apples in this government of ours. But step back. Take a look at this beautiful land of ours. The mountains, the streams, the prairies, the golden fields of grain. It can be great again. It just takes people standing together in unity... just as you are right now."
In a deep, sincere voice, he says, "You know... when I was 5 years old, I heard a song that I thought was the most beautiful song in the world... and I still do. If you'll let me, I'd like to sing it for you."
In a trembling, beautiful tone, he sings out... "Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain. For purple mountain's majesty, above the fruited plain. America, America, God shed his grace on thee."
He then pleads with the audience, "Please, sing it with me."
And there stood 4,000 young Americans, who just two hours earlier were ready to tear down the stadium, now on their feet, singing at the tops of their lungs with sincerity, "America the Beautiful." I was so choked up with tears I could barely mutter a word.
I learned an awful lot that day. I hope you found some comfort in this story. To this day, it still gives me hope.
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