I have spent a lot of time on the road lately going to Ohio and back to see my mom. I have put a few miles on my Outback but it’s all good. I have never minded driving and even though the trip to see my mom is about 9 1/2 hours from start to finish with gas, food and potty breaks it usually is an easy drive.
The one saving grace of driving is that the car has Sirius Radio. My favorite station is 70’s on 7. All 70’s music all the time. I love it. I find myself singing along. Usually loudly. I had my teen years during the 70’s and music was a huge part of my life. I always had the radio on, had records on the turntable when my dad would share it and was in the premiere group at my high school—The GlennTones. My claim to fame—-as far as I know it is still going strong some almost 36 years later. Oh that was my hey day. I LOVED being in that group. Not quite like Glee but one of the forerunners.
I was always surrounded by music in my younger years. My dad and mom were huge music fans. When they took their much needed get away trips to NYC they would take in as many broadway musicals and plays as they could. The record player was always belting out the latest Herb Albert, Dione Warwick, Arthur Fiedler, soundtracks from plays and movies and of course—The Messiah. I remember waking up many Saturday mornings to The Hallelujah Chorus blaring in an effort to roust sleepy teenagers who had slept too late. It is amazing that I still love that music.
What further amazes me is that I can remember all the words to those songs from the 70’s. I can sing and sing and sing some more. I know the words. I know the dips and the highs and the lows. I know the instrumental parts that bridge the lyrics. I can definitely rock the 70’s.
But the lingering question is this— If I can remember all those lyrics from decades ago why can’t I remember where I left that important paper yesterday? Or where I was last week? Or the name for that thingamabobby? Can you identify?
