After playing which one course would you slip 'Perfect Day' into the car's CD player as you drive out of the car-park?
ATB
Great post, Thomas. It epitomizes the essence of the game of golf.
There are two superb videos of "A Perfect Day," the first is the best known BBC charity appeal (2007) which brought together all the usual suspects--Bowie, Bono, Shane McGowan, Lulu, Laurie Anderson, Tom Jones, various opera stars, etc.--to sanitize (or should we say "perfect") Lou's beautiful melodies:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJpQJWpVJdsThen there is Lou’s single (1972). Just Lou....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYEC4TZsy-YThe latter is the important one, and one which can only reflectively resound within those who were children (i.e. Arble) or geezers (i.e. McBrdie) when this was released in 1972. Golf-wise my first perfect day was in 1981 playing Golspie with the teenager who would eventually marry me in 1991. Despite our age gap, and irrelevant to the quality of the course, we connected and the rest is history.
This late summer/early autumn Josie and I spent a large but modest part of our kid’s inheritance to celebrate one of her birthdays, and played Pebble Beach at full whack. Weather-wise it was a perfect day, and our companions were fine and our scores acceptable, and had the pleasure of Sir Bob Huntely joining us for lunch, and will always remember that day, but will it be a “perfect” day vis a vis Golspie? Close but no cigar.
A few weeks after our return to the auld sod, I got a chance (through a link from you, Thomas, you star!) and played Trump International north of Aberdeen. For the time of year and for the newness of the course and for the quality of my playing partners and for the design and routing, Trump was a “perfect day,” but not really.... There is a distinction in golf between a slog and a walk in the park. Like virtually all “wanna be great” new courses I have played over the past 20 years, Trump fails this test. Lotsa props as a golf design, but too disjointed to be a truly great golf course.
For various reasons I did not play golf again after that gig in late September, but a week ago one of my old serious golfing buddies showed up in Aberdour as the proud owner of a new house in the villag--from which they had left in the early 90’s. The next day after a boozy night my pal and I played 11 holes at our local dog track, Aberdour. I hit 9 of those in regulation. My old buddy hit 10 of 11, and we retired to the bar. After far too many Macallans and gossiping about players in the UK golfing establishment we both eventually staggered home to spousal bollickings. It was a Perfect Day.
Golf does not get better than that and I hope that next year may be a very good one for me.....
Rich