I was raised with good music.
Differing styles and tastes.
But all good music.
Let me tell you about it . . .
When Mom got up in the morning to start
breakfast, the first thing she turned on was the radio.
Her music of choice?
Country.
I grew up on the sounds of Jim Reeves,
Hank Snow, Marty Robbins, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams Sr. and The
Carter Family, interspersed with the daily beef market prices.
Did you know that the rhythm of nearly
all of their music suggested riding a horse?
And that you could wear out the patch
of carpet between Dad's armchair and the end table in pretending you
were riding?
In perfect time.
Well, you could.
And I did.
I did a lot of riding to music.
When I wasn't actually on a horse.
Dad's music of choice was classical.
Oh, and some nonsense.
We'll go with the classical.
On Sunday mornings, we would inevitably
be awakened by the beautiful strains of strings and horns, perfectly,
hauntingly played.
His stereo could hold a large stack of
LP's. One by one, they would drop and play.
The working mechanism in his stereo was
shaped like a snake.
It would settle slowly over the next
record, never taking its white, staring eyes off us kids.
True story.
My little sister enjoyed her little
children's albums.
And Christmas music.
Both of which began to be played on the
first day of school in the fall.
Ad infinitum. Ad nauseum.
My older siblings and myself preferred
rock and roll.
The Everly Brothers, Chuck Berry, Elvis
Presley and Buddy Holly gave way to The Beatles, CCR and The Who.
Oh, and the Monkees were in there
somewhere, though their album suffered a rather tragic end.
Moving on . . .
My little brother, who was sandwiched
between my little sister and myself, had no say.
Because.
To say our home was filled with music
would be an understatement.
It was crammed full.
Moving ahead many years . . .
We raised our family in the same way.
Country, Classical, Rock and Roll, and
even some Celtic and Folk.
I can hear the stereo going now.
Summersong by The Lettermen was
followed by Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. An all-female Celtic group
is now singing, “A Place for Us.”
Husby has obviously put in his usual
mix.
Let the music roll.
The first music I remember was a big band version of String of Pearls.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a teen I would get ready each morning to music. Now I'm so busy I don't think about it, except for at Christmas time when I play Christmas music.
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Paula
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It's interesting how much we've gone full circle in music. While C&W is what we listen to much of the time, I find myself listening to the 40s channel on satellite radio whenever I'm working out in the shop. Then I'll switch to the 60s. For some funny reason, I've turned to the 70s channel and the 80s and find myself turning back to country or 60s because the stuff playing on the 70s/80s is garbage I didn't like at all but put up with in order to hear the good stuff. Interesting that the DJs on those channels go for the stuff I hated...
ReplyDeleteWhile growing up, our home was filled with music as well... I think since the world has gone more digital that we seem to share our music less. I listen to it as much as I have always listened but mostly through my blackberry to and from work.
ReplyDeleteI think my little Valya is missing out... I need to let her hear the music as well :)
My mom still has music playing all day long but I've not picked up on the habit for some reason. I find I cannot think with music in the background so maybe I need a deliberate time of no thinking and just soul soothing music? You got me thinking.
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