There’s a Cass Elliott song, called “The Good Times Are Coming”. She sang it after she’d left the Mamas and Papas, and saw a new future for herself, defined on her own terms… a star in her own right, and not just The Fat One From The Band.
I remember hearing the song many years ago, on a copy of a vinyl entitled “Mama’s Big Ones” – the whole album is full of songs where she is imagining a new future – a happy life. Obviously, life had other plans.
There’s something incredibly haunting about that track… the dream of something better, the attempt to convince oneself that there will be a change, that you’re changing right now, and that it will bring happiness. And who knows, maybe there is something magical about this track… my friend once played it six times before a job interview. She got the job.
Perhaps it made my friend believe things would change. Perhaps it made Cass believe that too. And, while they had that belief, nothing could stop them. Or, at least, they couldn’t stop themselves.
I wish I could hold the song within myself, take it with me, believe it. Because, just lately, it has been hard to believe those times are on their way.
The good times are coming
When they come I’ll be there
With my both feet firmly planted way up there
In mid air.
That’s what this blog is about. If you’ve spent a fair bit of time with your feet in mid-air, I hope you’ll appreciate it.