It is always around us, sometimes in the background of our lives yet our brains acknowledge it to a point that it has pushed it to an insignificant detail. What I am talking about is music.
It is everywhere. Of course there is radio and television, but it is also in the background of our lives. It stays with us and helps to conjure up memories, bad or good. It can be like a bookmarker in our minds that sections off events and files them by songs.
My childhood holds many songs. From Sesame Street to the Electric Company there are cute little songs that are burned into that era of my life. I can remember playing at home but if I heard the Sesame Street song I had to sit down and watch it. It brought the ABC song to my ears that I later perfected in Kindergarten. I can still hear Ernie singing his rubber ducky song to his favorite bath time pal. These songs hold together my early childhood and the innocence that it held.
As I grew up though I was to other types of music. I can visualize myself standing on the front seat of my mama’s white Impala with the black and white herringbone seats. Back then seat belts weren’t view as being important. I can hear the Carpenters melody of “Top of the World” and the smooth tunes of “Afternoon Delight” sung by the Starland Vocal Band.
After I started going to Parks Elementary School, there were songs that gave me good memories of life as a student. In the first grade, I can hear my class singing, “This Land is Your Land” that Ms. Nolan (now Mrs. Dickey) taught us while we were studying America. I can still see in my mind’s eye what the pages in our book looked like while we learned the words to the song. It must have been in the Fall because the memory leads me to also think about Thanksgiving.
The song “JukeBox Hero” was introduced to me by hearing it over and over and over from Timmy Holifield’s jambox that he had brought on the AmTrak Train that Project P.A.S.S was taking to New Orleans. I think we ran the other passengers off to the other cars because we kept blasting that song. Nevermind it was 6 o’clock in the morning and all these 5th graders were singing together. Those were the days!
Other songs from elementary that were popular and very important to me were anything from the “Grease” soundtrack, which was the foundation of a Pink Ladies Club that the girls started in the second grade. We had “The Valley Girl Song” by Moon Unit Zappa that was the theme of another fad we all loved in the sixth grade. The sixth grade brought a love of rock and popular music to the forefront of my life, so there was a lot of great music rolling around my ears that year. Joan Jett, Olivia Newton-John, Hall and Oats, The Cars, Men at Work and John Cougar were among some of my favorite singers.
My senior year, I can still remember getting dressed to go to a dance at Leslie Alexander’s house while listening to Chicago songs. My first kiss was to a Bon Jovi song in the Cleveland High Student Center at a football dance on a Friday night. My heart was taken by my first real boyfriend and any song from Heart’s 1985 album reminds me of some great nights we had through our years together.
Hanging out with my friends brought different memories as well. Lisa Chudy conjures up the songs, “Two of Hearts” by Stacy Q, anything by Paula Abdul and the Romantics. Sally Lawes brings in songs by Steve Miller Band, B-52’s, Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians and all music classic rock. Nancy Cranford leads me to songs like “Wild Thing” by Tone Loc and “Busta Move” by Young MC. All music from big hairbands remind me of Preston Givens because back in the day, that is what he jammed. Of course the boyfriend listened to Sammy Hagar, Heart, and Greg Allman while working on his white 280ZX.
Life sped up and led me to MC Hammer, En Vogue, Damn Yankees, Mr. Big, Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Black Crowes while at Delta State. But the song while at DSU that now means the most to me is “I Will Be Here” by Steven Curtis Chapman that was used as a Tri Delta Pref Night song but I used it in my wedding as well. It is a song that brings me love and peace, one from friends who knew me so well to my best friend forever and ever. Another wedding song, “Trumpet Voluntary” written by Henry Purcell also reminds me of my baby boy, Crawford. That, among other classical songs, were played to get him to sleep at night. I would watch him sleep and breathe to these beautiful songs.
Just look at all the styles, artists and songs that have shaped my life and memories. How could anyone say that music isn’t important. It shapes and molds our psyches, teaches us to respond to all kinds of different situations and it helps bookmark our memories for us. Keep music in your life and in the lives of all children.