I think I can relate almost every period of my life to a song. I grew up listening to the radio and probably know songs from almost every genre. I have quite an ecclectic taste in music, even today. Friends over the years have always teased me — I can be “boot scootin” one moment to country music (which is probably my favorite), then completely switch gears to Lynrd Skynrd, Kidd Rock or some other nonsense during the course of the day, and then on my ride home I might pop in Harry Connick Jr. I think I just like it all.
Some of my fondest memories are of “musical firsts” if you can call them that. I remember the first “record player” I got in elementary school. It was one of those that sort of reminds you of a suitcase. It was a small turn table encased in a hard cover that closed with metal fasteners — like a suitcase. I think mine was pink with little green flowers. I believe my first records were of my favorite Disney classics and a 33 of Elton John’s “Island Girl.” I don’t know why I remember that. I think I still had that player in sixth grade when I got what I thought then was the album of all albums — GREASE!!
Speaking of records, my daughter told hubby and I a few weeks ago — and quite proudly I might add — that she knows what a record is. She then went on to explain that it’s a “old timey CD!”
Later on, I got an 8-track player. It was a bright-red, plastic player with a handle on top that when “popped,” changed the tracks of the tape. My first tapes were, believe it or not, Freddy Fender and Sean Cassidy. I’m really aging myself now.
And then it happened, I got a real stereo. It was fancy too, lol. It had a turn table, 8-track player and cassette player. I could do it all! I kept that thing for years. I think it finally met it’s demise in college when one of the guys from the apartment below us got a little wild during a party one night. I’ll have to claim innocence in that one — I was at work!
And then there are the songs — so many of then over the years that have meant something to me. Of course, this one doesn’t really mean anything, but for some reason I’ve been singing this all day. Maybe it’s a good song to describe my life of late. There was a radio station that opened my senior year in high school. They played the same song 24 hours a day for a week or two. It was too funny. You’d hear the East Texas bubbas riding along in their trucks with this blasting from their stereos. Can any of you relate to this?
They’re coming to take me away, HA HA
They’re coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!
Well at least that’s how I feel today. Tomorrow, it might be a different song. What song best describes you today?