I found a bunch of sites on You Tube that featured the top songs of the 1950’s and 60’s. I sat for most of the evening listening to them all. That was my era of high school and adulthood. Don’t do the math….I’m pretty elderly.,
They were just short snippets of the songs, and I found myself wishing I had all those favorite songs on something that I could listen to everyday.
Music of that era was both singable and danceable. The words actually said something, and we could associate with it. I’m hard pressed to even understand the music of today, but that’s okay. Each generation has their own style. I wouldn’t give up mine, and teens of today wouldn’t give up theirs.
Music sticks with us. We remember the occasion when the tune was the rage, and girls screamed and nearly fainted over the latest swinging hipster. Each guy singer was cuter than the last one.
Music then was pretty much “starry-eyed.” Love, Love, Love. My generation was falling in love, and we wanted to hear about it. It could be sung softly or played out with a lot of twisting and shaking. We adored both, but parents feared the twisting and shaking. They forgot the Charleston.
There’s an association of songs and emotions. We can smile remembering or we can cry remembering. They’re both good for the soul as you get older.
I found that when I was singing along, I could remember the words easily. I was in the same universe as the song. Another dimension. Another time.
I was “chair dancing.” I was doing some pretty good 50’s and 60’s dance moves in the comfort of my easy chair. It’s hard to get out of a comfy chair these days, but my body still wants to go with the music.
I admit I did turn up the volume some. Good music needs to bellow out.
The icons need their time in the sun….Elvis, The Temptations, The Everly Brothers, Fats Domino, Frankie Avalon, Patsy Cline, Frank Sinatra,….the list is too long. Ooo-ooo-ooo!