Sunday, August 08, 2004

on the turntable

The turntable? Oh, would those days were here. I'd be twenty again.

Wait. If I had to relive the last twenty years not knowing what I know now . . . hmm, pass the CD player.

You know, I'm just not very cool when it comes to music. Will is into jazz which is cool and smart. Right now my CD player in the car holds:

Third Day - some worship album which I love but don't ask me to remember the name. I don't do stuff like that.
James Taylor's greatest hits.
Seed of Faith kids CD
Black Eyed Peas -- Will put that in because he's cooler than I am. I do like it, though, when I'm not in a mellow mood.
Relient K - Tyler's CD, which is hilarious, especially Pink Tux.
Good Charlotte - my favorite CD of the bunch. Love those Marylanders!
And I can't remember the other four.

Okay, Tyler just walked up, three of the others are DC Talk Supernatural and Intermission, Caedmon's Call - 40 Acres.

Got to get some Billy Joel back in play. Heard Rosalinda's Eyes yesterday and became immersed in nostalgia. "I can always find my Cuban skies, in Rosalinda's Eyes."

I love music that takes me back. Call me a sentimental fool. What takes you back?




Blogger Jeane said...

What takes me back? I was just thinking of that last night because we have been doing a HUGE drastic clean out of things this weekend. I am a pack rat, and I save everything. But am feeling the need to de clutter. I was going through some old Christmas cards. There were ones from the last few years, including the ones that were Tyson and I's first year of marriage (I saved those). Very hard to toss some of them, but I did. It made me also miss some people I hadn't talked to in quite a while. Also, while we were cleaning I found my old prom dress. Organza, red roses, off the shoulder. I can't throw it away, even though my mom took the lining to make barbie clothes. One more thing I can't throw away, all 400 or so of our wedding cards. I can't be expected to get rid of everything can I! I will always be a pack rat.

August 8, 2004 at 8:25 PM  
Blogger Katy said...

Besides music? The latest issue of Budget Living magazine was fun for me. There was an article about the current value of old Gunne Sax (designed by Jessica McClintock before she started the Jessica McClintock label) dresses from the seventies! I have 5 or 6 in the attic, so wonderfully prairie Victorian that I could never part with them. They weren't cheap at the time, but worth every penny. They take me back to friends' weddings, and my own rehearsal dinner, and my parents' 25th anniversary, and pretty young girls and handsome good men, and fresh new hope in an ever-faithful God. Yeah, Gunne Sax dresses do all that for me!

August 8, 2004 at 9:41 PM  
Blogger Becca said...

Music from the '80's takes me back - that's right, I grew up in that decade, graduated mid-'90's. So, much of that period of music will have me smiling.

Sorting through boxes of things I own can take me back too. Guess who was so happy to see a Slinky and some little trinkets from her childhood? It's hard to get rid of those and I'm not sure I should, since I like those ties to the past. I'll just make sure there's room for a box or two of my kiddie things when we move next. :)

August 9, 2004 at 10:04 AM  
Blogger bobbie said...

oh you samson's and your music questions! :)

your's is easier to answer than will's (favorite song - impossible, i've been pondering for 36 hours and can't narrow it down!)

what takes me back... hmmmm

there was a vw commerical (i think) featuring styx 'mr robato' and that one took me back. styx and foreigner, reo speedwagon and cheap trick. any song from any one of those bands brings me right back.

from there i went into 60's and 70's music - the doors, beatles, lynard skynard, steve miller band (so those songs are from an earlier time than i remember when i hear them). my cousin moved in with us and she was a rebel and brought her albums with her. she used to get so mad at me for borrowing them.

music is a window into my adolescent soul.

August 10, 2004 at 12:51 PM  
Blogger Jaime H. said...

What takes me back? Hmmmm...

Smells. Fields of clover, and apple pie, and spaghetti sauce that had cooked all day. The lingering scent of cedar on clothes you never wear.

I was walking around the side of a museum a few weeks ago and was arrested in my tracks by a scent I hadn't smelled in half a lifetime. My brother was right behind me and I turned to him to see the same look on his face that must have been on mine. "It smells like Ma's house," he said. Ma was our grandmother, who died in 1999, and along the walkway were the same kind of shrubs that she had planted around her house in Syracuse. I don't even know what they're called, and I can't tell you what they smelled like, but boy, for a moment, I thought I was a child again, back at her house.

August 10, 2004 at 5:12 PM  

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