My generation (get off my lawn!) spent hours dissecting the meaning of Don McLean's The Day The Music Died. Having thoroughly analyzed the lyrics to that song, many have moved on to a new target: Fire Lake by Bob Seger.
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake
The meaning of the lyrics to Fire Lake seems impenetrable by many, but growing up in blue-collar Buffalo, I always got I get a Rust Belt blue-collar cottage country vibe from the song. When I was growing up in the 1970s, it seemed like every other auto plant or steel mill worker had a small cottage out in the boonies somewhere, many on a large pond (Silver Lake, Rushford Lake, Cuba Lake, etc), Chautauqua Lake, or Lake Erie. The white collar crowd vacationed in more exotic locations, while the blue collar Joes spent weekends at the lake.
Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe
You remember Uncle Joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Bob Seger is from Detroit. Michigan is known for having perhaps the strongest blue collar "cottage culture" in the Great Lakes region. The song may seem mysterious, but to my ears, it all goes back to weekends at the cottage on some Rust Belt lake.