I wasn’t a fan of Gordon Lightfoot in the early ’70s. That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t aware of his work. Anyone who listened to the radio for more than 10 minutes back then didn’t have a choice.
In 1970, radio stations played Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind” until I lost what was left of mine.
I thought it was a stupid song. Why would anyone sing fondly about such a possibility? Any girl who could have read my mind in 1970 would have slapped me into a coma.
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