On the ride home from work this morning
I heard a song this morning on the way home from work, and I wanted to post it here. I have no idea what the name of the song is, and the channel I heard it on doesn’t have a play list. How annoying. But, it reminds me of the good ole days when you sat by the radio to hear the latest, new, favorite song, so you could press record.
I have been trudging around my Spotify, finding new music that they suggest when I look for the music I do know and add to my playlist. I had hoped to have a blog about this, along with songs I found, but I ended up with a viral infection from the farthest reaches of the burning south, that I am still trying to kick.
I thought to just sit and share some musings then. Where I work, they have a common dining room and they play music as everyone eats breakfast. A co-worker or two and some of our residents were dancing. My ears are clogged and I couldn't determine the musical artist. It ended up being Dwight Yoakum, and to my horror, I was disappointed that I do not dance. I blurted out that “my Daddy is puffing away in his box right now, cuz it’s Dwight and I can’t dance to him.
Well of course my co-workers looked at me like “wtf?” I explained: Daddy was cremated so he’s in his box on the stereo puffing away in there. They still didn’t get it. So I offered, “ if Daddy had been buried he’d be rolling in his grave because I don’t have the groove for one of his favorites.(mine too, because of Daddy). Finally they got it, and I guess they imagined my Daddy sitting on the stereo??? One of them asked, “he’s on the stereo?” I said, “yes, Mother is next to him. He has an engineer’s cap on his box, and we have Mother’s bronzed shies from when she was a baby on top of hers, and they are beside one another.
On the way home, I thought about what I could post here since this last week had me on my back like road kill. Then the song I heard...I will figure it out. It had a haunting musical quality, which I loved and one of the lines the singer kept saying was, ‘take me back to the day we met before you ever touched me.’ I found that interesting. It made me think, “there’s a story there.” I caught the song at the end, so no telling what the rest of the lyrics were. If I find it, I will indeed post it and then talk about it.
I like to ponder, A LOT. So one of the things I ponder is: how can someone like this song and I absolutely hate it? It makes me further ponder their state of mind, their thinking processes, and their emotional dynamics. But, at the same time, I remind myself, that not everyone listens to music the same way. Some of my friends find my musical tastes extremely sad. But, they don’t know who I am, who I was when I first heard a song or songs and why it’s on my playlist. The same for me when I am trying to analyze why people like autotune, manufactured, packaged, 3 or 4 chord songs that are a line or two repeated as many times as possible in a 3.5 minute song(if you can call it that).
But of course, they are listening in a way that does not resonate with me, about subject matter that doesn’t resonate with me. It made me step back and ponder further; how many countries are there? How many songs are on the planet. I would think, with all of the possible choices, that has got to be something for everyone out there.
Then I narrow my scope again and think about “Jack and Diane sucking on chili dogs outside the Tasty Freeze,” ( a John Mellencamp song). When it came out it had a catchy beat, I guess, but now the only thing I like about it is the bass in it. But, I am sure there is someone out there that loves every single thing about that particular song.
I still listen to things I listened to when I was a kid because it resonated with me then, and it still does now. First it was, we are listening to Daddy’s music before we go fishing or something. Now we are listening to Mother’s music while she cleans the house. Oh the weather is nice, Momma has the windows open and they are playing music that Mother and Daddy both like(the Moody Blues: In Search Of The Lost Chord, or Days of the Future Passed) usually.
Now that they are both gone, their music keeps us close to them. We weren't the kind of family that took tons of photo’s, no home movies, and not too much open communication, but we would all bond as a whole while listening to music.
Just when you think you don’t have enough of them, you remember which songs which one liked, which ones they liked together, and that is comforting enough. But I will still not know what the lyrics meant to them, although I knew them enough to know why they appreciated the music in the songs they liked. I’ll take it.
So, one of my Daddy’s most played songs was The Eagle Will Rise Again by the Alan Parson’s Project. One of Mother’s songs that she would “bee bop” to when she heard it was Kokomo by the Beach Boys. I also learned through going through Mother’s music that she was a hopeless romantic. That was something I never would have thought of her. I could write a while other blog about what you learn about the people you grew up with from what they shared, didn’t share, and what you were able to glean from them by their musical tastes, their choice of reading materials, and anything else you can think of that when they were here, you took for granted, and now that they are gone, you “get it.”
I have been trudging around my Spotify, finding new music that they suggest when I look for the music I do know and add to my playlist. I had hoped to have a blog about this, along with songs I found, but I ended up with a viral infection from the farthest reaches of the burning south, that I am still trying to kick.
I thought to just sit and share some musings then. Where I work, they have a common dining room and they play music as everyone eats breakfast. A co-worker or two and some of our residents were dancing. My ears are clogged and I couldn't determine the musical artist. It ended up being Dwight Yoakum, and to my horror, I was disappointed that I do not dance. I blurted out that “my Daddy is puffing away in his box right now, cuz it’s Dwight and I can’t dance to him.
Well of course my co-workers looked at me like “wtf?” I explained: Daddy was cremated so he’s in his box on the stereo puffing away in there. They still didn’t get it. So I offered, “ if Daddy had been buried he’d be rolling in his grave because I don’t have the groove for one of his favorites.(mine too, because of Daddy). Finally they got it, and I guess they imagined my Daddy sitting on the stereo??? One of them asked, “he’s on the stereo?” I said, “yes, Mother is next to him. He has an engineer’s cap on his box, and we have Mother’s bronzed shies from when she was a baby on top of hers, and they are beside one another.
On the way home, I thought about what I could post here since this last week had me on my back like road kill. Then the song I heard...I will figure it out. It had a haunting musical quality, which I loved and one of the lines the singer kept saying was, ‘take me back to the day we met before you ever touched me.’ I found that interesting. It made me think, “there’s a story there.” I caught the song at the end, so no telling what the rest of the lyrics were. If I find it, I will indeed post it and then talk about it.
I like to ponder, A LOT. So one of the things I ponder is: how can someone like this song and I absolutely hate it? It makes me further ponder their state of mind, their thinking processes, and their emotional dynamics. But, at the same time, I remind myself, that not everyone listens to music the same way. Some of my friends find my musical tastes extremely sad. But, they don’t know who I am, who I was when I first heard a song or songs and why it’s on my playlist. The same for me when I am trying to analyze why people like autotune, manufactured, packaged, 3 or 4 chord songs that are a line or two repeated as many times as possible in a 3.5 minute song(if you can call it that).
But of course, they are listening in a way that does not resonate with me, about subject matter that doesn’t resonate with me. It made me step back and ponder further; how many countries are there? How many songs are on the planet. I would think, with all of the possible choices, that has got to be something for everyone out there.
Then I narrow my scope again and think about “Jack and Diane sucking on chili dogs outside the Tasty Freeze,” ( a John Mellencamp song). When it came out it had a catchy beat, I guess, but now the only thing I like about it is the bass in it. But, I am sure there is someone out there that loves every single thing about that particular song.
I still listen to things I listened to when I was a kid because it resonated with me then, and it still does now. First it was, we are listening to Daddy’s music before we go fishing or something. Now we are listening to Mother’s music while she cleans the house. Oh the weather is nice, Momma has the windows open and they are playing music that Mother and Daddy both like(the Moody Blues: In Search Of The Lost Chord, or Days of the Future Passed) usually.
Now that they are both gone, their music keeps us close to them. We weren't the kind of family that took tons of photo’s, no home movies, and not too much open communication, but we would all bond as a whole while listening to music.
Just when you think you don’t have enough of them, you remember which songs which one liked, which ones they liked together, and that is comforting enough. But I will still not know what the lyrics meant to them, although I knew them enough to know why they appreciated the music in the songs they liked. I’ll take it.
So, one of my Daddy’s most played songs was The Eagle Will Rise Again by the Alan Parson’s Project. One of Mother’s songs that she would “bee bop” to when she heard it was Kokomo by the Beach Boys. I also learned through going through Mother’s music that she was a hopeless romantic. That was something I never would have thought of her. I could write a while other blog about what you learn about the people you grew up with from what they shared, didn’t share, and what you were able to glean from them by their musical tastes, their choice of reading materials, and anything else you can think of that when they were here, you took for granted, and now that they are gone, you “get it.”
Frazzled from the workday and making my way home on slick, dark roads, so I'm not up to a proper response to a haunting, thoughtful post. However, I'm still marginally capable of some more mechanical functions, so I think the song you heard was 'THE NIGHT WE MET' by Lord Huron. Let me know if this did the trick.
ReplyDeleteHopefully I didn't flub the syntax.