Today I’m thinking about Jackson Browne’s “Song for Adam”. Here’s its opening:
Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well
He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn’t really tell
Now the story’s told that Adam jumped, but I’ve been thinking that he fellTogether we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India and I had none at all
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fallI sit before my only candle
But it’s so little light to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in the way
I guess I’ll get there, but I wouldn’t say for sure
I’m pretty sure I know who this alludes to, and may he and all the other Adams rest in piece. My high school friend was said to have committed suicide by cop seven years ago last Friday, and he’s been on mind again of late. Perhaps more of Richard and Linda Thompson: Did he jump or was he pushed? Whatever they say, I’ll never know for certain.