Music

Music was and is an integral part of my world.  I recall growing up that the music was always on somewhere.  On Sunday mornings Mom would be in the living room with her coffee and book and the records stacked on the stereo with the volume turned up.  I would wake up on those mornings with the sounds of Barbara Streisand, Elvis, Acker Bilk, Bobby Vinton, Englebert Humperdink and of course Tom Jones.  Usually the heavier stuff was left for a bit later in the day, and the soft sounds of Barry Gibb with Barbara Streisand was how the morning began. 

It is funny how music becomes a part of our psyche.  Music has always been a part of my growing up and as a young adult I too had music that for me was the go to song or band.  If I was in trouble and upset it was "Dream On" by Aerosmith at the highest volume I could get on my stereo and I had a GOOD stereo!  As a young teenager more a teeny bopper I was into the typical stuff - Donny Osmond (now you are getting an idea as to my age), The Partridge Family but mostly David Cassidy, and of course The Bay City Rollers.  I did not discover the classic rock stuff as it is called today until high school. 

As a young teenager more a teeny bopper I was into the typical stuff - Donny Osmond (now you are getting an idea as to my age), The Partridge Family but mostly David Cassidy, and of course The Bay City Rollers.  I did not discover the classic rock stuff as it is called today until high school. 
One particular day before school I was listening to:

when I got home from school a neighbour Norm stopped by and said I have something you have to listen to:

From there, there was no turning back!  Then the real music began, the Eagles followed, Steve Miller Band, Fleetwood Mac, Heart, and so many many more.  It is amazing to me how music stays with us and how it shapes us...the memories that come along with it and the people you shared it with.  One particular Eagles song reminds me of someone that I thought I knew in high school, but have since come to learn I did not know jack about jack!  Here is that song with the lyrics:

"The King Of Hollywood"
Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet
When he thinks he wants a closer look,
he gets out his little black telephone book
(He's calling, calling, calling
He's calling, calling, calling
He's calling ,calling, calling
He's calling)

"Come sit down here beside me, honey.
Let's have a little heart to heart.
Now look at me and tell me, darlin',
how badly do you want this part?
Are you willing to sacrifice?
And are you willing to be real nice?
All your talent and my good taste,
I'd hate to see it go to waste."

I guess when you are young and even more naive you think you know the folks you are hanging out with and spending all your time, when in fact most of the time you do not even know yourself - how therefore, could you know another person who has yet to discover who they are?

I have fond fond fond memories of listening to The Steve Miller Band while out and about - we had another name for it - crop touring.  There is a term from a long ago time.  Music is a part of who I am, who I was and who I will be.  That was one of the things that I put by the wayside after my Dad passed and Cathy told me "you need to get your music back on and play it - you might not feel like listening to it, but play it, the music will bring you back."  When we lost Cathy I struggled to get my music back and only just last year sometime really came back to it and am getting my groove back. 

Now the new year is here and I have the wood stove heating up the garage because today is a workshop day and the music will be a big part of my day - I will load the i-pod dock and begin working my poinsettia that I tried to get finished before Christmas.  Hopefully today I can get the red parts finished and then move to the green tomorrow. 

Have a fantastic day and enjoy the day,

Lady of the Oak