Editorial Note: Written in Fairport Harbor, Ohio about 30 miles east of Cleveland.
Two days. Two great times. From here on, when I think about attending Justin Hayward concerts, I can reference the one about going to Walden Pond the next day. That’s what happens when you are in Nashua, New Hampshire for a concert and Walden Pond just happens to be about 30 miles down the road outside Concord, Massachusetts. There’s no way my dear wife, Carrie, and I are not going to walk the 1.7 mile trail around that hallowed pond if we are in the neighborhood.
Henry David Thoreau is a long time favorite of mine. For my money, Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson were the first hippies. When I read a line about one of them nodding to a tree and the tree nodding back, I am sold on that. Save your breath.
This was the fifth time I have visited Walden Pond. The last time was June of 2022. On that day I wrote some words that I included in a 190,000 word work that is still looking for a home. I am always going to want to come back to this place.
Long before there was a concert scheduled, Carrie and I booked a stay in a place we frequent in The Berkshires during our school’s fall break. The ride to Nashua was one we had made many times visiting friends living there. Riding through Vermont and New Hampshire in October is not a difficult thing to do.
The store I go to in the mornings to pick up five newspapers that are not owned by Gannett (they’re good).
So what about the concert? Yeah, that Justin Hayward fellow. Well, believe it or not, every time I hear this guy sing something or someone interesting happens. Before the show in the newly minted Nashua Center for the Arts, a lady behind my asked someone she was attending the show with, “Is this Haywood fellow local? Is it Haywood or Hayward? Is he local? Is he from Boston or somewhere?”
I just sat there and grinned. Lady, I thought, you are in for a treat and you need it.
In earnest, the place is new and the locals are trying to support it. The place was sold out. Now, understand, MOST in attendance knew it was HAYWARD. And yes, they knew what they were in for. That is exactly why they, and, well, Carrie and I were there. Justin Hayward just flat puts on a great performance with a consistency that is envious of any performer of any genre of entertainment.
I tell my students in order to be successful it certainly helps to surround yourself with good people. Justin Hayward understands this. The ladies and gentleman on stage with him could not be any better. They complement each other with musical knowhow and an obvious dedication to the songs. My old musical mentor, Tim Krekel, always said you have to do what is right by the song. I’ve seen this bunch play a few times. Julie Ragins on vocals and keyboards and kitchen sink. She can do it all. Karmen Gould playing flute, percussion, and backing vocals is a talented player. Mike Dawes. Between you and me, Mike Dawes is the best guitar player I have ever seen. The dude obviously enjoys playing these songs. He could certainly have other options with the talent he has. Personally, I appreciate the fact that he is there and he knows a good gig when he has it.
And Justin Hayward? Well, to me Justin is more affable on stage than he has ever been. There is a graciousness about him that tells us in no uncertain terms that he is glad to be there. He handles everyone on stage with a respect and dignity that is rare in someone of such stature. He’s the lead singer. They are his songs. He still plays in the band.
Sunday night when I was witnessing Justin’s kind treatment of his guitar tech he called “Josh”, I thought about a night in Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium in October of 2005. There were some bluegrass pickers and singers paying tribute to The Moody Blues in a Moody Bluegrass Concert. With an all-star “house band”, different lead vocalists would come on and sing a different Moodies tune. Harley Allen, John Cowan, Tim O’Brien and others. There, standing off stage right waiting in the wings as it were, was Justin Hayward greeting every performer with a handshake or a pat on the back as they were exiting the stage. I remember thinking to myself, Justin is hearing this stuff for the first time. It’s very different from playing. I got that. I also appreciated a kind gesture that some of those guys and gals are talking or thinking about every time they hear Justin’s voice singing.
Indulge me. I have heard Justin Hayward alluding to, as he did Sunday night, hanging on to the music of one’s youth. You who’ve read these lines have heard it before and I will reiterate: I picked the right music or the right music picked me. Either way, I hang on to it dearly.
No, when I began making music I didn’t sound anything like Justin Hayward or anyone else (though John Mellencamp and I spent our childhood ten miles from each other…so…). When they’re your songs, it is your sound. If I told you Justin Hayward has influenced my songwriting I would be telling a lie. When I pull that guitar strap over my head and I demo a song it is all me. When the dust of a session or a writing binge goes away, I reach for Forever Autumn or The Western Sky or more recently Hayward’s newest song Living for Love. That tune had my students in a trance. I didn’t see that coming. But I sure enjoyed their reaction. There’s that youth thing again. Yes, it matters.
When I was a high school senior the song Your Wildest Dreams made me look pretty smart. I heard this question many times: Isn’t that the group you listen to? Yes. And I still do. The music of my youth means more than ever to me.
Lighting can do some strange things. These photos, taken Sunday night, are reminiscent of A-HA’s Take On Me video in my eyes. I took them straight “photo” with a cell phone that is old by industry standards. I think they are cool. How could they not be?
Speaking the rights.
Danny Johnson