‘Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.’
Author: Sue Young
Celebrating the life of…Harry Chapin

What has a Star Trek Next Generation novel got to do with me writing a celebration of Harry Chapin’s life? Well, there is a connection but I’ll tell you later. For now, I want to talk about the man himself, Harry Chapin, a folk singer born in Brooklyn, New York in 1942. He started out wanting to be a documentary maker and for a while, he did just that. He was even nominated for an Academy Award for directing a boxing documentary called ‘Legendary Champions‘ in 1965.
He soon turned his attention to music, at first teaming up to play and sing with his brothers and dad and then performing on the nightclub circuit. He was discovered by Elecktra Records, where he won the first multi million dollar recording contract in a bidding war between major producers.
His first album, ‘Heads and Tails’ was a world world success. He followed this up with 10 more studio albums over the years and released 14 singles. His best known songs are probably ‘Taxi‘, his first single, and ‘Cat’s In The Cradle,’ a story about a father not having enough time for his son. The son grows up, becomes a father and makes the same mistake. Harry, by this time, was married with two children and three stepchildren. Harry’s wife wrote the lyrics as a warning to him. His father hadn’t been around much and now it looked like he would repeat history. Harry put a melody to the words and that’s how the song came about.
By the end of the seventies, Chapin was one of the highest paid musicians, and yet, he was never very popular with music critics. They didn’t like his music and they didn’t like the unconventional way he put a song together, perhaps it wasn’t the standard accepted way, whatever that is.
His social activism began in the mid seventies.
‘He saw poverty and hunger as an insult to America’
Harry’s daughter, Jen
He co-founded the organisation World Hunger Year, now WhyHunger. More than half of his concerts were benefits. He donated a third of his paid concerts to charity too. He often performed alone, just with a guitar to keep costs down. His widow, Sandy says, ‘He was supporting 17 relatives, 14 associations, 7 foundations and 82 charities.’
On the way to perform at a free concert, aged just 38, he was involved in a car crash, which resulted in his death. He was post humously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his tireless involvement in social issues, particularly the issue of hunger, world wide and in America. He is recognised as a key member of the Presidential Commission on World Hunger. He was the inspiration for USA For Africa and Hands Across America.
A Hungerthon was held to benefit Harry’s World Hunger League, highlighting the severity of hunger in America, in New York City and in the tri state area. After his death, the Hungerthon continued. At the the Live Aid concert, held in Philadelphia, in 1985, Kenny Loggins was presented with the first ‘Harry Chapin Award’ for his work in fighting hunger in America.
The Harry Chapin Foundation continues with his widow as chairperson.
And now, Star Trek, where’s the connection and do you really care, probably not, but I find it strange how seemingly unconnected things come together in delightful ways. If it wasn’t for the Star Trek Next Generation novel ‘Power Hungry’ which is about emergency famine relief, needed for the planet Thiopa, I wouldn’t even know who Harry Chapin is, let alone be writing about him. Ignorance isn’t always bliss. The writer, Howard Weinstein had dedicated the forward/introduction to Harry Chapin. I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t know of him before that but after reading about his life, I felt compelled to celebrate it.
Physics
Do you remember our first date
And our first kiss?
When the bus jolted
My cheek smacked your lips
Your nose stabbed my eye
And so we broke the ice
Do you remember the days
Filled with laughter?
Our hearts free and happy
Many afternoons
Of tea and crumpet
The ice melted
Do you remember the dream we had
And realised?
We had frowned forever
Now smiles of joy
Imprint our lives
Melted ice, now a pool of hot water
Do you remember we loved
In defiance?
Snarled at the world
Affronted by the rules
Bewildered by the sun
Pool of hot water sizzles to steam
And now we’re so far gone
No backward glance
Like a helium balloon
You go up
I go up
The steam rises.
Chameleon
The skin is old, Old as the hills
Older than time, Won’t let go
But no face lifts, No surgery
No peeling it off physically
Though… it’s kind of like that.
Old skin, saturated with old things
Underserved guilt
Toxic shame
Embedded in the cells
Sealing in the grey
But now it’s time to slough the leperous skin
That no-one seems to see but me.
Old skin is the old ways
Old habits, old attitudes
Brought up with the negative
Programmed to live in the shadows
Time to shed old skin
And in its place
A brand new coat of flesh
Snuggled, cosy, comfy, clean
Like after a hot bath
The chameleon slips from the jacket
Hurt skin needs to go
And needs the complexion of her baby self.
She can have the skin of a new born and start again
Feeling untainted, undamaged, pure, good
But the old skin was comfortable in a sinister kind of way.
Familiar
Sunscreen can’t stop the sun attacking this old skin
Can’t heal the network of sores
That built up over the years
What-iffing won’t make it better
There’s no bandage for this
No ointment, no cream
No miracle cure
Except to be like a chameleon
Let the skin fall away
Unbutton the pain
And start to live.
Quote Of The Week
‘ Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.’
Quote Of The Week
‘True guidance is like a small torch in a dark forest. It doesn’t show everything at once, but gives enough light for the next step to be safe.’
Quote Of The Week
‘Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!”‘
Karaoke Madness
I once had karaoke madness
That Japanese fad
I sung like a cat
I was really that bad
I thought I was Beyonce
Thought I was No.1
It was never going to happen
I was always going to bomb
All my friends were watching
And cringing quite a bit
And later on they told me
That I was really rather…
…not good at all
Karaoke madness
Made me want to run and hide
Made everyone go deaf
And really hurt my pride
Karaoke Madness
It got me in the end
Burned me more than once
Sent the crowd round the bend
From now on, I’ll value my fellow humans
And the ears in their head
I’ll stay away from karaoke
And sing in the bath instead.
Memories
Sometimes bad
Sometimes good
But never ever mundane
They’ll give you joy
They’ll give you pain
This double edged sword
Will stab you
Again
And again
And again
He Chopped Off Her Head
(One of the writing prompts/exercises/homework for the poetry group I go to, was to write a ballad. So I wrote one).
Your eyes were like two pools of blue
Your hair as soft as silk
Your lips were like a red, red rose
Your skin as white as milk
I asked if you would walk with me
I asked you for your hand
You promised to love me true
I gave you a wedding band
And then we had some very good years
And I know that we did thrive
But one night you crept into my bed
And you were cold as ice
You had been out all night
And from your lips came lies
I found the man who stole your heart
The man who turned your head
I found the man who took my love
I found him in my bed
I loved you more than life itself
I loved you, oh so much
You have surely broken me
And now my mind is touched
I was enraged, I saw red
I just didn’t know what to do
I’m quite sure that I lost my head
Now you will lose yours too
I took an axe high in the air
In frenzy, I did swing
I chopped off your lovely head
And then took back my ring
And before he had a chance to run
I took him out as well
There was some blood, just a bit
Before his body fell
I burned the corpses that same night
And put your heads on stakes
And now you are together forever
And lots of love can make
And now I’ve found another love
Only now it’s me who’s blue
For I’m a rogue and a scroundrel you see
And I am never true
I wish and hope with all my heart
She’ll find me in our bed
With another, in adultery
And she’ll chop off my head