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.
