My relationship with Jim Croce goes back a looooooong way. He was my dad’s favorite, and when I was little I apparently ruined his Jim Croce 8-track (yes, I’m that old.) And later on in life, I bought him Jim Croce Greatest Hits on CD, so I made amends. But oh, my gosh, did I hear about it in the years between….
I grew up listening to “Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown,” “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim,” “Operator,” and “Time in a Bottle.” My dad’s favorite was “I Got a Name,” and we danced to “I’ll Have to Say I Love You in a Song” at my wedding.
Jim Croce’s story is really sad – he died young in a plane crash, leaving behind his wife and young son (named Adrian, coincidentally.) Every time I hear his music, I think about my dad and how much I love him and how lucky I was (and still am) to have him around. I know, I know, it’s kind of a downer, but his music means a lot to me, and I want to pass that down. And everyone needs to know that “you don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind” – it’s vital information!