Since my blog about CD’s I remembered that I watched Top of the Pops over Christmas and New Year (2015) and what a shock I had!
I am officially my grandparents! I didn’t know any of the groups or singers. I recognised only about four songs but couldn’t tell you what they were called or who sang them!
It was a terrible eye opener that I am getting musically old. I always promised myself that I would keep up with the music trends but to tell the truth and I am ashamed to admit to this but I don’t listen to contemporary music any more. Not even on the radio. In fact I’ve stopped listening to the radio as well!
Why or when did this happen I don’t know. It must have crept up on me without me realising that I was doing it. I can even hear myself saying, “This modern music is just noise!”
Shock! Horror! What have I become? What is wrong with me? If I was asked what was the last CD did I listen to, it would have been one of my old favourite ones from back in the day! I bet you are wondering what it was?
Well, I was driving back from visiting dear daughter mine and listening to a mixed pop anthems CD (old ones obviously!) when one of my all time favourite songs came on – ‘I’m a Believer’ by the Monkees. For those of you too young to know who these were well they were a pop group from the late 60’s who had their own TV show which I adored. I must have been about 11 or 12 years old. I was also a member of their fan club and received their Monkee magazine every month.
And I don’t care what anyone says at that time; they did sing and play their instruments on their songs so there!
Anyway I need to get back to my story.
I hadn’t heard the song for such a long time and within minutes was singing along quite happily so the next day when I was cleaning I hunted out my Monkee’s CD, The Definitive Monkees and yes that’s the last one I listened too yesterday and I thoroughly enjoyed going back down memory lane.
I could see all of them Mickey Dolenz, Davy Jones, Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork. I listened to Daydream Believer, Last train the Clarksville and I Wanna Be Free. I remembered friends who came round to watch their show and the fan hysteria of finding out a telephone number that was supposedly the home of Davy Jones who came from Manchester.
Three of us squashed ourselves into a phone box, dialled the number and breathlessly waited for someone to answer. We squealed with excitement and I remember whispering, “Is Davy there please?” And the person answered, “Sorry he isn’t in at the moment but I’ll tell him you called.” Teenage fantasy achieved!
I’m sure that you too have all time favourite songs, which transport you back to another time in your life.
Oops! Sorry! I’ve wittered on too long so to get back to my original thought about contemporary music; I’ll have to do something about this in 2016. I’ll have to try to get more up to date. I could watch one of the music channels or listen to the top 40 countdown if it is still going. I’ll let you know how I get on.
Thought for the day: “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”