Every writer has one piece that connects with me. It may not be their best-known work or even their best, but for some subconscious reason, I make a connection and lock it in. The same is true for a song; I can remember the time and place when I first heard it and burned it into memory. For me, Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind” is one such piece. I’ve heard it countless times over the years, but as I listen to it, I am hearing it coming from the tinny dashboard speaker in my 1965 Mustang on the AM airwaves of CKLW out of Windsor, Ontario. At the time, I didn’t know why the connection was made, but now, having lived another fifty-plus years, I get the what the words were telling me.
Rest in peace, Gordon Lightfoot.