7-23-23: Back When I Was Alive

7-23-23: Back When I Was Alive

During  a long nine hour drive back from Branson, MO (we were there for my youngest daughter’s  softball tournament), I got to pick the music for an extended period of time because I was driving, and I was tired, and the morning coffee and the afternoon sweet tea alone were not sufficient to keep me focused on the task ahead. So unlike previous 2 hours, when my wife was driving, and my son picked a variety of music from his iPod, plugged into the car stereo (with the stipulation from her that it not be anything too heavy and annoying, e.g. no heavy Heavy Metal, but yes to everything from Judas Priest to Stevie Wonder to Sting to Cream, Earth Wind & Fire and ELO) I made the family sit through an entire album, from beginning to end. The album was Abbey Road, and while there was initially some resistance from the son and the wife, everyone—even the young softball playing daughter—was really happy we listened uninterrupted to the 17 tracks because that music tells a story—a story of its time and the people living in that time.  You couldn’t possibly get the story if you didn’t listen to the whole album. This, of course, is how music used to be made and experienced, back when I was alive (a clever phrase my kids use on my wife and I when we talk about the past.)