Each moment in my life can be marked by a special song. I cannot imagine life without music.
The late 1960’s left the biggest mark. Jim Morrison. Jimi Hendrix. Janis Joplin. The Beatles early and later. Then on to the early 1970’s with the Doobie Brothers, Jim Croce, Van Morrison, Eagles and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.
My first school dance playing, “Crystal Blue Persuasion”. The girls hugging the wall on one side of the gym; the boys on the other side. My heart pounding when “that” boy walked across the gym to ask me to dance.
“Riders on the Storm”. Playing over and over on my boyfriend’s recording driving back from our vacation at the Kah-Nee-Tah resort. Jim Morrison of The Doors was the definition of sex. Good god, I was lost.
The illicit high school beer parties always playing “American Pie” over someone’s car radio.
One of the nuns at my husband’s church, had a beautiful voice and graciously agreed to sing, Jim Croce’s “Time in a Bottle” at our wedding. The church echoed with her song. Perfection.
My grandmother’s recording of “Careless Love” from her 1930’s band. The host introducing her as the lead singer…”and now the lovely Mrs. Peggy Hopp”…
Each year brings new music, new singers, an inventive way to play past and present songs. Jazz. World of African, Celtic, Asian. Opera. Classical. Folk. Good ol’ Rock and Roll.
Life is set to song and I love it. Glorious.