Last night I sat with my father-in-law and his two brothers as they went on a journey back in time through the music of their childhood. Close to 11 O'clock I started to fade, but with my bedroom full of girls playing games I figured I better brew some coffee to stay up, the older men were no where close to fading. Little did I know that for next two hours I would get to enjoy the sounds of the sixties in their entirety, literally. From the Zombies, to a band with "Grand funk" in their name, Crosby Stills and Nash, and the bands they played with before becoming "Crosby Stills and Nash" and so many other bands that I can't even remember. But the most enjoyable part of the night was sitting and watching the faces of grown men, doctors and an electrical contractor, as they went through their play lists from the past, and the immediate smiles that came to their faces when the tune began, and the air drum session that ensued. What a gift to have such memories of listening to music together, to remember the immaturity of adolescence with a smile on your face, there is something about music. What songs will I be listening to with my brother and friends? What will we be singing along too? It was a joy to be the spectator of a reunion of rock, and brothers being brothers again.
Livin' on a Prayer, Bon Jovi. Don't know why or how this invaded our lives, but it's there and we can't erase it, for better or worse. But I do remember how excited Mr. Tim Combs was when the CD came out.
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ReplyDeleteJunior High, rock opera "Tommy," by the Who. O depth! where is thy sting? Here: "that deaf, dumb and blind boy sure plays a mean pinball!" Close behind: Jesus Christ Superstar, fourth row seats at the Kennedy Center Eisenhower Theater in DC a few years later. O shallow depth!
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