I Got The Music in Me!

Happy Fourth of July!

 

Great Day to think about the past...the days when we had picnics in the backyard and family and friends and swimming pools and watermelons and cold soda and beer! And we always had hot dogs and hamburgers. Not much has changed in the menu, but lotsa other things have changed...

I promised myself to keep it light in my writing ventures, so I was thinking about the past, nothing political, merely sentimental! Watching The Glenn Miller Story this morning made me think of the way my grandparents always made music an important part of their lives...
a "sentimental journey" if you will...

Our memories play tricks on us as we grow older and we can't remember names, places, dates, not even why we walked into the next room, but we remember music! where we were, who was with us, the words to the whole song, practically! Why is this? I dunno, but I have to say that my
"heart strings" pull and tug every time I hear a song that my grandpa loved on "The Lawrence Welk
Show" or my grandma played a song or Christmas Carol on the piano. My dad played the same serenade Tangerine, on his organ time and again. My mom played Patsy Cline and Eddy Arnold ;

 talk about being country when "country wasn't cool"

My brother played the drums and my sister played the clarinet and I played the most eclectic instrument of all time! the radio! and I must say, to this day, I am still pretty good at it!
I haven't missed a beat!

Growing up in the sixties was awesome with Rick Shaw and WQAM blasting through every room in the house. Music was free and we had a song for every event or mood in our lives. We had dances on Friday nights and we walked miles through the neighborhoods to get to Sonny's for pizza or steak hoagies and then home. We had our portable radios with us too...they were called "transistors"

And where were you when The Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan Show? I was at home in front of the black and white TV, falling in love with Paul McCartney, just like a million others. And the love affair has never ended with their music...

So on this day of celebrations, take the time to think about the music you are listening to and the memories that you connect them to and I dare you to tell me that you don't shed a tear or two when you do remember. Whether it be your grandparents music, your parent's music, your music, your kids music or your grand kids music, it is all so very burned into the memory banks of our minds...Go ahead and make a "withdrawal" but don't forget to leave room for new "deposits" along the way!

One more thing, turn on the oldies, but goodies! Have your kids listen to your stuff and you will have raised them right and "taught them well" and they will be able to have conversations with any and all generations with a common thread, Music!

I sign off singing along to The Cyrkle from 1966:

It's a Turn Down Day  and I dig it!