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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Rock Around The Clock
The very first time I heard a rock and roll song ( not a home made version by Mum and Dad singing and dancing) was on a Juke box in Uncle Van's Diner/Grill . Rock Around the Clock was playing for the few minutes that I was there. I was hooked. It made me want to dance. My parents were in their twenties. Rock and Roll fit their spirits . They always danced when they had a chance. It was a case of break free and enjoy the moment. Thank you Bill Haley and the Comets.
In later years , when Mum worked as a waitress in that same Diner , sold to Myrt by Uncle Van , Mum would buy used records from the 'record man' for a quarter of the cost of new records. Once every couple of weeks , hit tunes came to our house for a whirl.
Hit Parade USA 1950 - Top 10 - DanntaS
This is what my parents were listening to in the year that I was born. I recall Dad whistling many of these tunes over the next five years and Aunt Ivy adding them to her piano repetoire.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Where Did the Music Come From?
While I do tasks around the house , I always have the radio on. A habit from days of old , when it kept you in touch with the world from isolated places .
Housework is a tedious and lonely thing.I improve it with CBC 1 and its variety of talk and music .
My thoughts are free to go everywhere even though my body is tethered to the mindless chores.
Being of the 'baby boomer' generation ,an inordinate amount of music on the radio stations ( other than CBC ) is my ' golden oldies ' . In my case , that is the 50's-60's-70's-80's-90's and the first ten years of the 21st century. So far.
Songs at different times that affected my life during different periods bring me immediately back to where I was and what was happening in my world at that moment . I am sure all of you have that same feeling...that the song somehow affected you deeply at the time.
For 2 minutes and 30 seconds you run the memories past your mind's eye while you scrub the toilet... singing every word as if it were written only recently just for you.
Often, it makes me remember when I was very little that my music came from my parents 'Golden Oldies' .Dad would break into song and give Mum a whirl around the kitchen , cheek to cheek. Singing in his beautiful bass as he looked deeply into her eyes . Every word of the song was for her only. Vera Lynn -you bring tears to my eyes for how you affected my parents.
House parties gathered friends and family together once a year at our home. While Aunt Ivy played our twangy old piano , all of them sang along never missing a word . Tears , laughter and memories binding them together in common experience and response.
Through the stove pipe hole , we, children, watched the whirling couples and listened to the music. All those songs , words and feelings became ours ,too.The memories became ours by proxy.
I smile to myself when I find my teenager listening to songs from all those periods of my life on YouTube and i tunes.
When I say,"Where did you find that one?", he answers "Oh , I heard it somewhere. I like it." I know with every song he listens to, he will understand his parents more.
I remember when he first heard the music as a very small child.
Housework is a tedious and lonely thing.I improve it with CBC 1 and its variety of talk and music .
My thoughts are free to go everywhere even though my body is tethered to the mindless chores.
Being of the 'baby boomer' generation ,an inordinate amount of music on the radio stations ( other than CBC ) is my ' golden oldies ' . In my case , that is the 50's-60's-70's-80's-90's and the first ten years of the 21st century. So far.
Songs at different times that affected my life during different periods bring me immediately back to where I was and what was happening in my world at that moment . I am sure all of you have that same feeling...that the song somehow affected you deeply at the time.
For 2 minutes and 30 seconds you run the memories past your mind's eye while you scrub the toilet... singing every word as if it were written only recently just for you.
Often, it makes me remember when I was very little that my music came from my parents 'Golden Oldies' .Dad would break into song and give Mum a whirl around the kitchen , cheek to cheek. Singing in his beautiful bass as he looked deeply into her eyes . Every word of the song was for her only. Vera Lynn -you bring tears to my eyes for how you affected my parents.
House parties gathered friends and family together once a year at our home. While Aunt Ivy played our twangy old piano , all of them sang along never missing a word . Tears , laughter and memories binding them together in common experience and response.
Through the stove pipe hole , we, children, watched the whirling couples and listened to the music. All those songs , words and feelings became ours ,too.The memories became ours by proxy.
I smile to myself when I find my teenager listening to songs from all those periods of my life on YouTube and i tunes.
When I say,"Where did you find that one?", he answers "Oh , I heard it somewhere. I like it." I know with every song he listens to, he will understand his parents more.
I remember when he first heard the music as a very small child.
Music of my parents came from a profoundly impactful time in their lives.
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