Music & Memories

I am up after midnight for some odd reason and watching that music video channel.  You know, the free one since I refuse to pay for cable.  But I will save that story for another day.  They have an advertisement for ‘Singer and Songwriters Collection’ from the 60’s and 70’s.   How very groovy.   Music must be hardwired into our souls I guess.  I love how I can hear a song that instantly transports me to another place in time and all without a Flux Capacitor.    Carol King “I Feel the Earth Move ” –I am back in Lisa Wilkey’s bedroom listening to her turn table with the plastic thingy in the middle that you push down for 33 1\3 albums or pull up for the 45’s.  She is so cool cause she had that Carole King album, Tapestry.  I loved every song and so did she.      Peace Train-I am with Kathy Armstrong, we knew each other from church youth group, and we are talking about how Cat Stevens might be a Christian.   Fleetwood Mac is just a flood of many memories.   My boyfriend from high school, David said our song was England Dan and John Ford Coley-‘I’m Not Talkin About Moving In’.   So silly to think of now since we were in like 9^th and 10^th grade and never even talked about ‘moving in’.  My favorite I think is James Taylor with Carole King a close second, Jim Croche, Bread, America, Dan Fogelberg, Paul Simon, Peter Paul and Mary, Janice Joplin, just on and on.  John Denver singing ‘Country Roads’ takes me to the Volunteer Fire Station on Laguna Shores Road in Flour Bluff.  The brave Firemen let us kids have ‘recreation’ there all summer.   This nice lady named Kathy would play her guitar and we would sing along. I think her name was Kathy.  I remember she had big beautiful eyes with dark blue eye shadow, late 60’s hairdo-short, teased on top, and never ever was impatient with us.  What an awesome lady.  I don’t know what ever happened to her.  I know she worked at Flour Bluff as a secretary.  Flour Bluff was the greatest place ever to grow up.  Have a groovy singing in the sunshine day. Why dontcha put on some Dion, Don Mclean or The Mama’s and the Papa’s, and see if Flower Power, hitch hiking long haired hippie boys with Army surplus back packs, yellow smiley face buttons, pet rocks/pet socks, MIA/POW bracelets, maybe Bobby Sherman posters, green shag carpet and bald Hari Krishna's dressed in sheets with big smiles selling flowers in the airport don’t just start dancing before your eyes.  Neat-O,  I can dig it!  Peace  kisses