I’ve always loved music. I love playing instruments. I love watching talented people make music. I love gettin’ my groove-thang on to good music. I was “that kid” at weddings who refused to leave the dance floor and other adults asked my parents if it was my first time out of the house because nothing could make me stop movin’ and groovin’. I specifically remember being 6 or 7-years-old at a wedding reception where I stood near the doors and cleared the walk way so I could make a grand entrance on to the dance floor… sort of like this kid (who, I must say, has got some smooth moves):
But this post is not about my moves. It is about the music that moves me. In middle school while most kids my age were listening to The Cranberries, I preferred oldies from the 50’s and 60’s. [Sidebar: I only knew the Cranberries was a cool band at the time because I loved the movie “Clueless“. That movie was so great. Did Elton ever find his Cranberries CD? And sigh, Paul Rudd, you adorable dreamboat.] Though I couldn’t sing a Cranberries song, or even Spice Girls song, I knew all the words to “Calendar Girl” by Neil Sedaka.
In fact, my cousin JJ and I won third place in Odessa’s town fair lip-sync contest to “Calendar Girl”. Have you ever seen a 12-year-old dress up as Neil Sedaka? I must say, I nailed it. Correction – WE (JJ and I) nailed it. JJ was about 8-years-old and she was wearing a bikini (why? I’m not sure, it just seemed fitting for a song from the 60’s) and high heels (yeah definitely not appropriate) flipping through the months of a giant homemade calendar ON CUE. She killed it. The judges were fools for giving us in third place. Don’t pity us though, we came back the next year and won grand prize. I’m really wishing I had pictures of this to share with you – but those are in Odessa.
I had an awesome pink boombox radio that was handed down to me from another cousin (thanks Robin!). The radio dial on that pink gem was always set on the oldies station (94.9FM). One morning the radio alarm went off and I woke up to my favorite song, “Sugar, Sugar” by The Archies and I cried because it was the most perfect thing that could ever happen to my 12-year-old self. The stars aligned and it was just so wonderful I thought I was, like, in a movie or something. I just knew it was going to be the best day of my life. Turns out, I can’t really tell you anything else about that day except that it was the best start to my day I had ever experienced.
Don’t you miss the oldies? Those beats are just so lovable and the lyrics are repetitive (great for a poor short-term memory like mine). There’s a reason that so many songs from the 50’s and 60’s are referred to as “an oldie, but a goodie”. When I come across an artist that has that classic oldies sound I turn up the volume and soak it up. I have a few artists/songs that I have been playing on repeat lately:
Charles Bradley “Lovin’ You Baby” (Charles’ story on how he was discovered is fantastic) http://spotify:track:6HlPWweQ7Ug4AfJYSnuUZJ (also I have to give mad props to my cousin Lexi for introducing this guy to me)
The Drums “Down By the Water”
and “Let’s Go Surfing” http://spotify:track:5MChALgF5qbdAtRE6A8ED7
Cults “Go Outside” http://spotify:track:0VnLohgzwLEleLmo19Z8B0
Rock on, oldies music.