The Music of Our Lives

 

If there’s one thing that I could say was, is, and always will be at the center of my world, it would have to be music. Music gets deep inside us and touches our souls like nothing else can. It can make us cry, sing, dance, laugh…remember.

A song will play on the radio or one of my playlists and all of a sudden I am transported to a time and place where it meant something special. There are so many songs that have had that kind of impact on me, more than I can even recall at this moment, but when I hear them I know it and I’m there again. Isn’t it wonderful how music can do that?

What made me think of this? Well as many of you know, Robin Gibb died this week. And I’ll admit it, I’m a Bee Gees fan. Have been ever since the first time I heard them sing “Lonely Days” back in 1970. (Don’t do the math.) But he’s not the first of many performers we’ve loved and lost. His brother Maurice Gibb passed a few years back, and we can’t forget about Michael Jackson, Freddie Mercury, John Lennon, John Bonham, to name a few who have all left this world much too early. I’m always saddened by the loss of talented musicians. It feels as though a piece of my music, my life, just died. Fortunately, thanks to recorded songs we still have a part of them still here with us.

While this post is not about the one’s we’ve lost, it definitely does make me think about how grateful I am to have grown up in a very musically rich era. Much of the Boomer generation revolved around music, more so than any other generation before or since. If you think about it, the majority of the rock, pop, R&B, and yes disco too, was started during our generation.

My first love of music was playing my mother’s old albums and 45’s on her clunky old black RCA Victor record player. She had so many great records, including an autographed 45 of the Everly Brothers “All I Have To Do Is Dream”, which is still one of my favorite songs.

My next biggest musical memory was the night the Beatles first appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. It was February 9, 1964 and I was only four and a half years old. I BEGGED my mother incessantly all day and night to let me stay up to watch it. Even at four, I was a huge Beatles fan. She finally caved, and to this day, I remember it vividly. I couldn’t have loved it more or remember it any better had I personally been in that audience. I was totally caught up in the whole experience, and I was forever hooked on the power of music in my life.

During my preteen years the Jackson 5, and the Osmonds were very big. I was obsessed with the Jacksons, so much so that I used to own every single one of their records. The first dollar I ever made was spent on a single by them. As a matter of fact, my very first slow dance was to Michael’s song “Ben”. I can play that tune today and still remember the dance and everything that led up to it.

As a teen my horizons were broadened by artists and groups like Queen, Led Zeppelin, Elton John, The Stylistics, Cheap Trick, Earth Wind and Fire, Bowie and so many more that if I wrote out all my favorite bands this post would be much too long, but you get the picture.

Even during the years of getting married and having and raising children, the songs that were current during those times are like little reminders of what life was like back then. It’s as though music is a trigger to my heart and mind.

Fortunately, thanks to iTunes, my computer, and my iPods I now own the majority of the music I grew up with and loved. Like I did as a kid, I can play them for hours on end and enjoy what I consider one of the world’s most beautiful gifts.

How has music affected your life? Does hearing old songs bring back memories? What were your favorite songs and artists growing up?