1970. Emerson Lake and Palmer. The official debut of the Moog Synthesizer. Ring a bell anyone?
I’ve had an itch to do a music blog and this is it. Be glad I picked ELP because I was going to do Eleanor Rigby, “wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.” Oh wow man. The Lucky Man YouTube is below in case you want to listen while you read. It’s a beautiful song.
I was fourteen years old when Lucky Man came out. My parents and all their friends were big fans of President John F. Kennedy. So I naturally thought the song was about him. And Camelot.
He had white horses. And ladies by the score, all dressed in satin and waiting by the door. Ooooh, what a lucky man he was. Ooooh, what a lucky man he was.
Yes, I knew the scandalous details of the Marilyn Monroe tryst in 1962. Everybody did. Even Jackie. But everyone liked “Jack” anyway. I think an 18-year-old Bill Clinton took notice. Happy Birthday Mr. President.
Everybody knew Kennedy played touch football in the backyard with his brothers Bobby, Teddy, and I forget the others. We loved that about him. We also loved that he served in WWII on the torpedo boat PT-109.
He went to fight wars for his country and his king. Of his honor and his glory the people would sing. Ooooh, what a lucky man he was.
Lucky indeed. But it didn’t last.
A bullet had found him. His blood ran as he cried. No money could save him. So he laid down and he died. Ooooh, what a lucky man he was.
I will never forget the funeral. The horse-drawn cassion and flag-draped casket. And 3-year-old John-John’s salute.
White lace and feathers, they made up his bed. A gold covered mattress on which he was laid. Ooooh, what a lucky man he was.
I don’t know if John F. Kennedy was a great president. And I don’t know who killed him or why. But one thing’s for sure—he had quite a
life.
I’m not a big fan of most presidents. But who am I to judge? So today, along with our nation, I celebrate their great commitment and success throughout American history.
Was JFK The Lucky Man? No. I discovered the truth at Wikipedia. Greg Lake wrote the lyrics to Lucky Man in 1959 as a 12-year-old Brit and Kennedy hadn’t even been elected yet. The song wasn’t about JFK at all.
Happy Presidents Day anyway!






