So today I was in a meeting.
I call it a meeting, but we were really sitting around making ornaments for a party listening to Pandora.
The first few bars of "Teenage Wasteland" came on, and peeps were wondering what it was. I was like "DUH!" in a nice way
, and told them ( I don't have a treble clef tattoo on my ankle for nothin'! even though according to Pinterest it's a very, very popular tattoo
The elders were surprised I knew it, the youngin's didn't care. But last night I spent a LOT of time looking up Trace Bundy videos, because I heard a naptime rendition of Pachalbel's Canon in D, thought it was AH-mazing, and ended up listening to his covers of U2, Led Zeppelin, and even Eminem! Dude is awesome- check him out. And that led to Beethoven, Bach, etc...
I digress, as I digress a lot. And am about to again...
My first 45, on my li'l red record player was "Song Sung Blue" by Neil Diamond. My dad used to sing "Strangers In the Night" in the shower. My Grandma plays Japanese music all the time, and I know a little ditty about cherry blossoms. My mom was a hardcore Stevie Nicks/ Carly Simon/ anyone who was a feminist -lover, who turned country (Martina McBride, anyone?)
An-ti-ci-pa-tion is making me wait... till the end of the damn song, because I know it by heart, and I don't even like that song! But it's "Independence Daaaaaaay!"
My first (cassette) single that I bought myself was the Everly Brothers "Unchained Melody" because I heard it on 'Ghost' and had to have it, the second being "Giving Him Something He Can feel", by En Vogue (scandalous!). My first cd I owned was The Spin Doctors, my first cd ever was Bryan Adams.
I worked at an amusement park for a few summers, and the bumper car section taught me all about the Beach Boys, Brenda Lee, etc...
My parents- for all their faults, for all their screw-ups, for the fact they weren't here to tell me why babies choose one nipple over the over, or how to choose the best ladder, or how to flip an egg without breaking the yolk...
This was their gift. They didn't tailor their music to fit my age- they expected me to understand it. There was no Selena Gomez ('cuz all the cool kids like it) or Justin Beiber (because he's the epitomy of cool. lol. ). Katy Perry's didn't exsist, because Michael Jackson was like...eight when he was doing his thing. I knew Gwar before Gwar was remotely cool. I know Styx's 'Grand Illusion' album cover by heart. I know what 8-tracks are. I know the sweet feeling when a needle hits a record. And it's way better than pressing 'play'.
Honestly, sometimes it makes me sad, when other people are talking about their families and the strength they get from them, or the knowledge, support. I felt bad when I couldn't really identify with Alzheimer's the other day. I have no experience with that. Not that I want to, but I'm a pretty experienced gal. And yet, as age sets in ( or our families' age sets in) I'm at a loss.
I wish they were here. I even wish I could be dealing with these problems, because it means I had more years with them. The grass really IS greener. It's so weird.
BUT! This is the one thing I've taken away from ALL relationships- music. And so in my mind, I got something out of everything. Even nothing. There is a song in my soul from even the worst relationships that can never be taken back.
Friend or foe, lover or douchebag, Around or not around...I got something from you that made my soul greater for having known you.
I got the gift of music.