Music

Sleigh Ride, Sleigh Ride, Sleigh Ride …

/ Pam Goode / 2 Comments

YES it’s winter AND that holiday feeling is indeed coming my way. If you’re more or less my age, you may even remember all the lyrics to the opening words posted above. And I have to say that not only are they remembered each December, but yes, I still love Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme. Madly.

It all started when I was a young girl and has lasted prolifically as an old(er) girl. And yes, I still have a few of those albums that were sold at Firestone for decades. In fact, one day not long ago, I dragged my husband over to Firestone to ask if the albums were still for sale there. It was a long shot, sure, but I was hopeful and keen for nostalgia. The man heading the shop lifted his head toward the skies, mulled a bit while rubbing his three days of scruffle, then looked at us and said … “Nineteen … Sixty … Seven …. ” We all laughed, but I would surely have loved to hear those old vinyls again.

For me, it will always be “Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we, We’re snuggled up together like birds of a feather should be. Let’s take that road before us and sing a chorus or two, Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!

P.S. In the early 60’s Firestone sold Christmas albums to help tire sales. I’m sure Steve and Eydie helped too.

Breathe

/ Pam Goode / 4 Comments

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You know that feeling that somebody really, really understands you?
Or maybe they don’t, but they’re happy to pretend that they do?
Or more likely they don’t understand YOU so much as they understand what you feel.
That’s it. That’s always it.

We go through life looking for understanding. Sometimes we find it; sometimes we overlook it; sometimes it just escapes us. But mostly, we keep trying.

“Breathe, breathe in the air,
Don’t be afraid to care.
Leave, but don’t leave me,
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.”

~ Excerpt, The Dark Side of the Moon, by Pink Floyd

I’ve always paused a bit at that last line, simply because it sounds so bleak. Of course when I was in college, I (almost) glossed over the bleakness because we all pretty much believed that WE were the ones who’d defy the odds. Frankly, I believe that’s a good bit of what college is for — believing — and then making it real.

And you know, even at a ripe old age, I still don’t read that line as bleak. In fact, I see it as a positive — a call to action of sorts — but mostly a reminder that what you need in life is there waiting for you — always more accessible than you think.

And music takes us a long way down that path, generation after generation, style after style, from Jazz to Rock, Punk, Country, Indie, R&B, Classical, Hip Hop, Classic Rock, Rap, Soul and a gazillion more in-between. Music loves us and we sure love music.

So many genres, so many musicians, so many avid listeners. I can’t imagine what the world would be without it.

NOTE: Pink Floyd is an English rock band formed in London in 1965. Gaining an early following as one of the first British psychedelic groups, they were distinguished by their extended compositions, sonic experimentation, philosophical lyrics, and elaborate live shows. They became a leading band of the progressive rock genre, cited by some as the greatest progressive rock band of all time. This photo is noted as part of the only photo shoot of all five members. They came in with killer music and we all fell in love. I miss them.

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