Showing posts with label John Denver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Denver. Show all posts

Saturday, October 12, 2013

John Denver ... 1943 - October 12, 1997


"This old guitar gave me my life, my living, all the things you know I love to do. To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside, but most of all to sing my songs for you ... I love to sing my songs for you."
--"This Old Guitar" by John Denver who died October 12, 1997

On this day in 1997, John Denver died at the age of 53 in a plane crash off the coast of California. A story teller, master guitarist, song writer, and singer, his music still captures the hearts of many as he sings of the mountains and nature and youth and growing old and wheat fields and Colorado and Alaska and all the things we love. 

Even now, when playing my 12-string guitar, the first chords I strum are John Denver's music. He took the ups and downs in his own life and put them into melodic, sometimes hauntingly emotional, choruses that comforted the hurting souls of others ... songs about love lost, then found ... breakups and reconnecting ... children ... old cowboys.

While baring his soul in his music, he had a playful side, too, as he would laugh and tells stories and have a grand old time at his concerts, enjoying the give-and-take with the audience. Just listen to "Home Grown Tomatoes." In his later years, he became more reflective.

John Denver's death stunned the world:
Upon announcement of Denver's death, Colorado governor Roy Romer ordered all state flags to be lowered to half staff in his honor. Denver was cremated with the 1910 Gibson guitar, given to him by his grandmother, that had inspired much of his career. Funeral services were held at Faith Presbyterian Church in Aurora, Colorado on October 17, 1997, being officiated by Pastor Les Felker, a retired Air Force chaplain. Later Denver's ashes were scattered in the Rocky Mountains. Further tributes were made at the following Grammys and Country Music Association Awards.
My sister, who was living in Denver at the time and had used the lyrics to Denver's songs when student teaching during college, attended the memorial service which was a moving tribute to John Denver the musician, the man, the dad, the son. John Denver. His music will live on....

Saturday, June 01, 2013

'The Music Is You: A Tribute to John Denver'


Thank goodness for recorded music because John Denver is still here even 15 years after he died. The latest release is a compilation of JD music by a variety of artists with covers of some of Denver's most popular songs, artists who include Charlottesville's own Dave Matthews. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to The Wilderness Society in Denver's name.

Filmmaker Justin Kreutzmann interviewed a number of the artists and produced a video that can be seen at JohnDenver.com.

Songs and artists for "The Music Is You: A Tribute to John Denver:"

"Leaving, on a Jet Plane" by My Morning Jacket
"Take Me To Tomorrow" by Dave Matthews
"All of My Memories" by Kathleen Edwards
"Prisoners" by J Mascis and Sharon Van Etten
"Sunshine On My Shoulders" by Train
"Back Home Again" by Old Crow Medicine Show
"This Old Guitar" by Lucinda Williams
"Some Days are Diamonds" by Amos Lee
"Rocky Mountain High" by Allen Stone
"Annie's Song" by Brett Dennen and Milow
"Looking For Space" by Evan Dando
"Take Me Home, Country Roads" by Brandi Carlile and Emmylou Harris
"Eagle and the Hawk" by Blind Pilot
"I Guess He'd Rather Be In Colorado" by Mary Chapin Carpenter
"Darcy Farrow" by Josh Ritter and Barnstar
"Wooden Indian" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Thursday, May 02, 2013

This old guitar

My old 12-string acoustic guitar and I have been together a long time. Music bonds us with our instruments as noted by John Denver who ended his concerts with This Old Guitar. He wrote the song about a 1910 guitar that was his grandmother's who had given it to him when he was 12-years-old and very shy. It definitely pulled him out of his shell.

Photo by Lynn R. Mitchell
April 2013

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

John Denver ... 1943 - October 12, 1997



"This old guitar gave me my life, my living, all the things you know I love to do. To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside, but most of all to sing my songs for you ... I love to sing my songs for you." --"This Old Guitar" by John Denver who died October 12, 1997

He was a story teller, a master guitarist, a song writer, a singer ... and his music still captures my heart today as he sings of the mountains and nature and youth and growing old and wheat fields and Colorado and Alaska and all the things I love. He was John Denver who died October 12, 1997, at the age of 53 in a plane crash off the coast of California. For me, that was the day the music died.

Even now, when I pull out my 12-string guitar, the first chords I strum are John Denver's music ... the songs I sing are his songs. Even though I disagreed with some of his politics, I never stopped loving his music. He took the ups and downs in his own life and put them into melodic, sometimes hauntingly emotional, choruses that comforted the hurting souls of others ... songs about love lost, then found ... breakups and reconnecting ... children ... old cowboys.

One got the sense there were inner conflicts with John ... just listen to his music. But, then, aren't there inner conflicts in us all? He had a better way of expressing them ... he bared his soul to those who listened.

But he had a playful side, too, as he would laugh and tells stories and have a grand old time at his concerts, enjoying the give-and-take with the audience ... just listen to "Home Grown Tomatoes." His later years seemed to be more reflective.

John Denver's death stunned the world:
Upon announcement of Denver's death, Colorado governor Roy Romer ordered all state flags to be lowered to half staff in his honor. Denver was cremated with the 1910 Gibson guitar, given to him by his grandmother, that had inspired much of his career. Funeral services were held at Faith Presbyterian Church in Aurora, Colorado on October 17, 1997, being officiated by Pastor Les Felker, a retired Air Force chaplain. Later Denver's ashes were scattered in the Rocky Mountains. Further tributes were made at the following Grammys and Country Music Association Awards.
My sister, who was living in Denver at the time and had used the lyrics to Denver's songs when student teaching during college, attended the memorial service which was a moving tribute to John Denver the musician, the man, the dad, the son.

John Denver. His music will live on....

Thursday, May 27, 2010

"Starwood in Aspen" home sold by Annie Denver

UPDATE: This was not the home built by John Denver in Starwood, as noted in the comments below. Here is a post by Sarah at the blog House Crazy about the original house which, apparently, remained with John until his death. Lots of photos and great background info here for John Denver fans.

John Denver's former wife, Ann Denver (of Annie's Song fame), has sold their Starwood home in Aspen for $7 million.

As reported in the Aspen Times, the four bath, five bedroom, 4,705-square foot home at 2480 McClain Flats Road in the gated community of Starwood was built by the couple in 1985. After their divorce, Annie remained in the home and raised their two children. John Denver died in 1997 while flying an airplane over the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California.

When I read the news, the song Starwood in Aspen started running through my head, a reminder of happier times for the Denver family, and a reminder of John Denver's love of the Rocky Mountains and his desire to return to them as soon as possible while traveling. It is one of the many Denver songs I play on my guitar.

Starwood in Aspen
by John Denver
(From the Best of John Denver collection)

It's a long way from LA to Denver
It's a long time to hang in the sky
It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen
A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise

Springtime is rollin' around slowly
Grey skies are bringin' me down
I can't remember when I've ever been so lonely
I forgot what it's like to be home
Can't remember what it's like to be home

But I think on my lady's sweet memories
I think on my children's sweet smiles
I think on my home in Starwood in Aspen
All my friends and the snow covered hills
Oh, my friends are the snow covered hills

And I tell you I'm happy to be here
To share and consider this time
For I see here the shadows of changes
And a feeling of new friends to find
And I see here some new friends to find

But it's a long way from this place to Denver
It's a long time to hang in the sky
It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen
A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise

Also in Rocky Mountain News.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

In memory of John Denver who died on this day in 1997

He was a story teller, a master guitarist, a song writer, a singer ... and his music still captures my soul today as he sings of the mountains and nature and youth and growing old and wheat fields and Colorado and Alaska and all the things I love. He was John Denver who died eleven years ago today at the age of 53 in a plane crash off the coast of California. For me, that was the day the music died.

Even now, when I pull out my guitar, the first chords I strum are John Denver's music ... the songs I sing are his. Even though I disagreed with some of his politics, I never stopped loving his music. He took the ups and downs in his own life and put them into melodic, sometimes hauntingly emotional, choruses that comforted the hurting souls of others ... songs about love lost, then found ... breakups and reconnecting ... children ... old cowboys.

One got the sense there were inner conflicts with John ... just listen to his music. But, then, aren't there inner conflicts in us all? He had a better way of expressing them ... he bared his soul to those who listened.

But he had a playful side, too, as he would laugh and tells stories and have a grand old time at his concerts, enjoying the give-and-take with the audience. His later years seemed to be more reflective.

John Denver's death stunned the world:
Upon announcement of Denver's death, Colorado governor Roy Romer ordered all state flags to be lowered to half staff in his honor. Denver was cremated with the 1910 Gibson guitar, given to him by his grandmother, that had inspired much of his career. Funeral services were held at Faith Presbyterian Church in Aurora, Colorado on October 17, 1997 being officiated by Pastor Les Felker, a retired Air Force chaplain. Later Denver's ashes were scattered in the Rocky Mountains. Further tributes were made at the following Grammys and Country Music Association Awards.
My sister, who was living in Denver at the time, attended the memorial service which was a moving tribute to John Denver the musician, the man, the dad, the son.

John Denver ... we still miss you but your music will live on forever.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

"12 Days of Christmas" from John Denver & the Muppets

I am still in the Christmas frame of mind for at least another week. One of my favorite singers was John Denver ... and I remember watching this Christmas special in whatever year it was ... a long time ago. Since we now entering the 12 days of Christmas ... enjoy this adorable version of the song.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Georgetown, Colorado....

The mining town of Georgetown, Colorado -- nicknamed "Silver Queen of the Rockies" -- was begun in 1859 along the banks of Clear Creek near the shore of Silver Dollar Lake. I first visited Georgetown in 1982 and was charmed by its rugged beauty. Four years later John Denver used that location to film the heart-warming movie, "The Christmas Gift," and each year a tribute to him is included in the annual tree lighting ceremony.

Silver Dollar Lake ... good fishin'!

Georgetown Post Office

Listed on the National Trust for Historic Preservation, Georgetown features many Victorian-era houses such as this one.

Another example of Victorian style from Georgetown.

The new Georgetown Visitors Center that opened in 2004.

Photos by SWAC Girl

Thursday, July 05, 2007

"The moon and the stars are the same ones you see...."

Full moon over Boulder, Colorado
30 June 2007


In 1982, under the stars of Red Rocks Ampitheater outside Denver, John Denver talked of his recent trip to China. In a conversation with his wife Annie, back home in Aspen, he commented that he was looking at the same moon and sun and stars that she was looking at ... and a song was born.

While SWAC Daughter and I continue our time with family in Colorado, John Denver's words come to mind as I talk on the phone with my husband and son back home in Staunton, Virginia. Colorado is two hours behind Virginia time ... but still these words come to mind....

The moon and the stars are the same ones you see,
It's the same old sun up in the sky,
And your love in my life is like Heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

Words & music by John Denver, 1982
Photo by SWAC Daughter

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Poems, prayers and promises....


I've been lately thinking about my life time,
All the things I've done and how it's been,
And I can't help believing in my own mind,
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.

The days they pass so quickly now,
Nights are seldom long,
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frighten me; still I have to smile,
It turns me on to think of growing old.

For tho' my life's been good to me,
There's still so much to do,
So many things my mind has never known,
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away,
And dance across the mountains on the moon....

I have to say it now it's been a good life all in all,
It's really fine to have the chance to hang around,
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends ... sit and watch the sun go down.

And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in,
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care,
How long it's been since yesterday ... what about tomorrow,
What about our dreams and all the memories we share.

Words & music by John Denver, 1971