Scotty had a different suggestion entirely - a poem or song from my childhood.
This idea was actually quite timely. earlier last week I spent time going down musical memory lane with a friend. It was fun and yet, I felt somewhat deprived by the end. I feel like I missed out!
Exception, "Sweet Home Alabama, definitely college"
Him, "Free Bird"
Him with an incredulous tone, "Free Bird. You don't know free Bird?"
No, I don't know Free Bird. Deprived I tell you. It seems that everyone knows Free Bird except... me. (I am the exception once again)
I don't know Free Bird, but I do know lots of different songs as music was a big part of my childhood. I can sing, to date, songs from Sesame Street, The Electric Company, commercials, TV theme music, and of course... School House Rock!
Music was everywhere and a part of everything. No, my family did not form a singing group and travel around the country (sorry to disappoint) but we did listen to lots of music. How many of you know "paper Roses" or "Delta Dawn" or "Tumbling Tumble weed?" I remember listening to Patsy Cline and Diana Ross and even, dare I say, Barry Manilo. These are songs that filled my childhood. My brother's favorite songs were "Rhinestone Cowboy" and "Hard to be Humble."
I sang 50's and 60's songs without a second thought. That was what my parents listened to, so that was what I knew. (The Diva has a childhood marked by Italian music and classical... and, I think I was deprived!)
I don't remember much "popular" music until Chicago and Michael Jackson entered the scene - and Night Tracks with music videos became the thing to do at night.
it fascinates me how music and songs, in particular, mark specific periods in my life. I hear a song and experience a flash back. Or a song represents an experience or place.
High school and college were U2, REM, The Police, Madonna, The Call, the Eagles ... Red Red Wine and Fast Car.
My days in Central Europe will always be set the to song "Detachable penis" because that is the music that the Canadian radio station played when they replaced Voice of America. In Ireland, it was all REM, Mary Black, and ABBA, and grad school found me listening to Italian and Persian music. The first to help me pass a fluency exam, and the second because I was studying Iran. My days in Nebraska are all Jimmy Buffet because one of my colleagues would listen to him throughout the long and very cold winters.
Despite my diverse music knowledge, I am lacking; I feel deprived. Despite my familiarity with the Stones and Elvis, I am apparently missing one of the greatest Southern Rock classics. I blame this completely on my parents and my friends. Somewhere, in the last 37 years, I missed... Free Bird!
What are the songs that mark those moments or places or experiences in your life???
Thanks to Scotty for this suggestion.