The Upside to being old

I don’t know how many times I can talk about this but since it occurs multiple times a day, every day, it is always in the forefront of my mind. And that is – just about everything and anything will remind me of a song or a poem.

For instance – This morning’s conversation:

Husband: Thanks for putting my jeans in the hamper. I forgot to do it last night.
Me: I noticed that, so I just figured I do it myself.
Husband: Well, I knew I hadn’t, so it had to be you.
Me: Singing – It had to be you…

It’s not that the whole song that applies (tho I have it playing now and hey, maybe it does), it’s just the words ‘it had to be you‘ had an immediate response from me – singing that line from that song. This happens all day long. Matter of fact, it happened just before I sat down to write this – an inconsequential conversation that ended with me saying “Six is a good number, but I like seven better” Then I sang “Seven come eleven in the boy’s gym, Charlie Brown…

I can’t help it. You talk, I sing.

It probably goes back to the song game my parent’s used to drive us crazy with – we would  ask a question my parents would answer with a song – the last word/words of our question would be a line from a song. They could keep this for the longest damn time; as kids it made us crazy, all we wanted was an answer, all we got was a song.

Books and music – the guiding forces of my childhood and life. My mother brought music and dancing – Oy, always the music and dancing. My father brought the books, and yes music but a different kind than my mother’s.

My mother didn’t do books. According to her she had read exactly two books in her whole life “Gone With The Wind” and “Dry Guillotine”. Interesting choices there. She was an avid reader of supermarket tabloids – The Star, The National Inquirer etc. My father would go bananas when she brought those into the house.

While my father knew all the pop tunes, show tunes, big band, jazz, same as my mother, my father also brought classical music and opera to the table. Not my mother’s fav’s since she couldn’t dance to them – and dancing was everything. (Needless to say my father didn’t dance but that is the way of the world.)

It’s the same with poetry for me – recently someone blogged about blogging and asked what the point or purpose of your blog and my immediate response was “This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me”  from an Emily Dickinson poem.  But those instant associations usually just remain a part of my ongoing internal dialogue with my unknown, unseen confidant.  They amuse and entertain me.

Today Rory posted a song challenge of 5 questions that required you to choose a song. There are way too many songs in my memory to answer any question that requires a favorite. One question was “A song that you hear often on the radio” – that made me laugh, do people still listen to the radio? I haven’t in decades – not for any reason. Ah, but the last question was “A great song (as passenger/driver) to listen to in the car with the windows down?

I had an immediate reaction and response! I have fantasized about being in a convertible, top down, on a sunny breezy day, open road, not much traffic, sitting on top of the seat (not in it) waving my arms and singing along to this:

Oh, and what does this have to do with being old? I’ve got 75 years of music and poetry in my head…

22 thoughts on “The Upside to being old

  1. I’m glad there’s an upside, but I still kind of hope I kick the bucket early sometimes. On a more positive note, I love how musical you’ve been lately 😊. Or maybe you are frequently musical and I wouldn’t know it since I am a newer follower.

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    1. Honey chile, I ain’t got blood in my veins I got beat – As Chuck Berry said “My heart’s beatin’ rhythm And my soul keeps singing the blues” The whole back story of me, music, dancing, singing and my unlamented, recently deceased mother has been covered over the years in many posts LOL

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      1. Beat in the veins instead of blood. I love it. When I am unwell I can’t connect to music. But as I’ve been better I am listening a lot more and playing scales. 😊. So it’s a joy to see other people as passionate about it. The Blues are strangely fitting in the sunshine. I have never understood why, but blues on a sunny morning makes sense.

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  2. My grandma has dementia but can still let ‘er rip with poems, song, and the like from back when she was a kid.

    The last time I listened to the radio was when I had my last car, which had a radio and CD player (a step up from the car before that, which had a cassette player). I would listen to the radio on the drive to and from work. Then I got my current car, which talks to my phone by Bluetooth, and that was the end of radio for me.

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    1. I haven’t reached the Alzheimer/dementia stage of life yet, thank you very much. But it is said that for people who have, music is the way in…There is just no reason to listen to the radio, not when there are so many other ways to listen to music, even new music, that doesn’t include annoying commercials and annoying djs.

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  3. That song reminds me of Maui! It has a Hawaiian beat.

    I love your stories of how things come to be. It makes perfect sense how music and books are such an important part of who you are. They’re both part of who I am too. I listened and danced to music when I was home alone as a kid. It’s virtually impossible to stop my body from moving when a upbeat song comes on! I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember and spent hours camped out in the library instead of being home alone.

    I’m glad I didn’t grow up in this age of screens and video games. Life wouldn’t be near as fulfilling for me if I had.

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    1. I’m glad someone read the middle part of the post! Oh yeah, I dance to music only I can hear LOL No, seriously I do – I’ll be playing a song in my head and I will dance along – “Oooh – look at that crazy lady dancing…” of course that was before all the ipods etc…someone standing on a street corner dancing with no music you just assume they have earbuds or something….

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  4. It’s funny, as l have just responded in the Guy blog, l don’t even know of Lou Christie much to the chagrin of others perhaps and where you see music – l see film titles and lines in films.

    Do you people still listen to the radio – l don’t but despite loving music, l listen to it sparingly unless l am walking, but Suze always has the radio on.

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    1. Interesting use of imagery – I don’t ‘see’ music I hear it, in everything, just about all the time. But your example is indeed visual – film titles. But men do have a tendency to be more visual than women, and I, in particular have a tendency to be auditory (all those voices in my head LOL)

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      1. When l listen to music, l tend to see colours and numbers and at times it can be quite overwhelming. As l have aged l can listen to music more easily ‘ish [the infamous ish] – but l don’t listen to as much as l used to and by this l mean as little back as a year ago – because now the music speeds my brain up and all l see are colourful dancing numbers.

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        1. That is cool! A bit like synesthesia, which if you have to have a neurological disorder, that’s a cool one to have! Yes, I know not so cool for you, but cool to think about. (Cool – used that word a lot but it is super warm here LOL)

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          1. It’s cool, you carry on … sometimes it’s not that bad, sometimes it’s really quite refreshing, when the pace speeds up, it can suddenly become a major problem and the music has to switch off.

            It’s a shame, l really do love listening to music, l used to be able to write poetry to loud house music, these days l mostly write in silence.

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  5. I do that all the time, I’ll say something and it makes me think of a song. For some reason this made me think of the good old days driving down the road blasting music on my 8 track player.

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