I just spent the afternoon listening to Variety of different music. My husband was in one of those moods where he was going to search YouTube for whatever he wanted to listen to.
He started off with old sixties and seventies sappy country music. That sparked memories of visiting my sister in Hamilton. She was a fan of the genre. Personally I was not a fan. She and her husband had a deal. She could listen to whatever she liked in the house; however, once we got in the car to go anywhere, out came the fifties sixties and seventies. I like this arrangement a lot more as that was Archie’s favorite kind of music. He liked it so much he even did a stint on the local radio station every Sunday playing his kind of music.
The next musical journey my husband took went back to the forties. At a young age, you might think I would only like pop radio stations but because my parents were older, this was what we got to listen to some of the time. They used to put on the old 33 record and listen to anything from Glenn Miller to Frank Sinatra and the Andrew sisters. My dad’s personal favorite was Bing Crosby. To quote one of the songs from that era I was taken on a Sentimental
I remember so many afternoons during the winter or a rainstorm my parents and I would sit in the living room listening to their music. It was a nice backdrop for reading. In my mind it was better than classical music because that would have just put me to sleep. We would sit there with our faces in our respective books drinking tea and not saying a word for hours. It was peaceful and I long for days like that.
I’m thankful for programs like YouTube where you can pick whatever music you want and transport yourself to a different time and see if you could remember what you were feeling during those days. I was born in the 1960s. I remember some of the music that was being played on my sisters turntable. She had those little 45 with the centers in them. When I grow older I grew up with those as well. Those early years I grew up listening to The Monkees, Simon and Garfunkel Neil Diamond and the Beatles. When the police came around I listen to more pop radio. When I was 8 years old Crocodile Rock by Elton John was popular. For the first little while we would dance to it every time it came on the radio. After a while the novelty wears off and you’re racing to the radio to either turn it off or change the station.
I guess with all these musical experiences, I can say I’m a well-rounded person . While I SAT and listened to the forties music with my parents they would tell me stories about what it was like growing up during the war years and how romantic it was even though there was fighting overseas. The songs were either romantic to make you forget that there was a war going on and whoever was fighting overseas was going to come back and claim you as their own. The more upbeat big band music just wanted to make you get up and dance! Every time we went to a family wedding my dad would request that they play in the mood at the reception. People started dancing but when my parents hit the floor a wide circle with clear around them so they could do their thing. My aunt Evelyn used to say my parents could cuddle mean rug. In today’s vernacular that simply means they had the moves.
As a writer, music helps me create. My husband often tells me he thinks I should write a historical novel. I’m much too lazy to do all that research but if I were to take him up on his challenge the era I would pick would definitely be during World War 2 and the music would play a big part in my story. Okay so we’re going historical I would definitely write a romance. I would definitely use younger versions of my parents as the main characters. I wouldn’t mind the research so much as I think it would be fun.