We’re still sorting through mom’s pile of 45 rpm records. For the most part, I’m just randomly selecting songs as they come to mind. My research tools are The Eclectic Collection, my media library, my memory, YouTube and the web in general. I’m sure this could have been planned out better. It could have had more production value, but I feel that there might be a little more free association opportunity by simply winging it like this.
I also realize that a major piece of My Musical Evolution is outside influences and so far there really haven’t been any apart from mom. More will appear. You have to remember that at this time, I’m still under 10 years old. I’m the oldest sibling and my friends at school aren’t really talking about music yet. That is about to change but for now I’m going to keep plugging away at the scratchy 45s. I feel it is important to try to represent as large of a sample as possible. Mom had so many records and as you might have noticed by the samples so far, they are all over the place. Well as all over the place as you can get while keeping to the rather flexible boundaries of popular music. Here’s another stack of 7.
Probably one of the most under rated groups of the 60’s, The Association – Never My Love
10 years before The Moody Blues appeared in my CD Collection, they we here in mom’s record collection The Moody Blues – Nights In White Satin
Another song that I really liked at the time was Dave Loggins – Please Come To Boston
During The Scratchy 45 Days, The Hollies were synonymous with The Air That I Breathe but like The Moody Blues, when I began to seek them out on CD, I found out that they had some other great songs as well.
There is something classic about Carly Simon – I Haven’t Got Time For The Pain
In 1982, I was really into David Bowie’s Little China Girl, in 1972 mom was into David Bowie – Fame
The last of this stack of 7 goes to my dear departed uncle George Harrison – My Sweet Lord
He isn’t really my uncle. Here I am again at the bottom of the stack and thinking what a bunch of great old songs. Mom really had it going on with her scratchy 45s. Is that really true? Can I be objective with material so closely associated with my childhood? What ever the underlying sentiments are, listening to these songs again give me great joy. I hope they do the same for you.
All of these songs are still among my favorites. They really provide such a connection to our childhood. Please come to Boston still tugs at the heart strings. I don’t know if it is strictly lyrically speaking or if it is the musical complement. I recall when I first heard it that I hoped they get back together by the end of the song.