Gordon Lightfoot

Now that he’s over 70, his frame and voice a good deal frailer than they were in his prime, it’s easy to forget that, for decades, the Canadian folk legend Gordon Lightfoot defined what it meant to be a man. He was handsomely hirsute, wore a lot of denim, drank dark-hued booze, chased hot skirt, lived in the wilds of Ontario, chopped his own wood, killed wild boar with his bare hands, fished with a spear, raced a team of sled dogs, arm-wrestled competitively, wore Skin Bracer aftershave, and built his own forested cabin from log and rock, like that old guy on PBS. Even if he didn’t do all that (and we have no proof that he didn’t), he still wrote “Sundown,” “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” “Carefree Highway,” and “If You Could Read My Mind.” That’s more than enough. MIKE SEELY

Fri., Nov. 5, 8 p.m., 2010

 
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