Music

I do not own an IPod. I do not have a play list. When I listen to my kids and grandkids talk about music I frequently feel old and completely out of touch. I think I’m a 331/3 in an IPod world. When I said that to my 17-year-old grandson he stared at me blankly and said, “I don’t get it.” So, in case, like my grandson, you don’t get it, 331/3 refers to the revolutions a long playing record made per minute. It was a great improvement over the 78s and the 45s. A 331/3 could play ten or fifteen minutes before it need to be turned over to play the other side. I owned many LP (long play) record albums and enjoyed listening to them. I listened to lots of classical music; I liked Beethoven, Mozart, and Debussy. I loved Pat Boone, (had a big crush on him) and listened to all his albums. My favorites were Rogers and Hammerstein musicals. I knew all of the words to all of Oklahoma and Carousel. When those were made into movies I saw them over and over. In a time before videos and DVDs this meant I took the bus to the movie theater as many times as my mom would allow. I spent my 25cent admission to see each of them ten or more times.

My play list was the songs running through my head at any given moment. Since I was a church kid, most often the songs were the old hymns I heard so often, but other times it was the music from all the shows I loved to watch. The cowboy songs that Roy Rogers and Gene Autrey sang were frequently on my play list. My dad liked to sing those songs to me. Those songs always made me smile.

Right now the house is quiet, but in my head my play list is playing.

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.

Chorus:
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.