In the home where I grew up music was ever present. As young as 2, I recall grandmother humming in the garden, preparing supper, and even while she sewed. My mother would crank up "Cracklin' Rose" every chance she had, and we'd dance around the living room singing along at the top of our lungs.
I recall the day Andy Gibb passed away as if it were yesterday. We had driven the Mustang to Bass Lake to play at my great grandfather's house. Mom turned up the volume on the eight track player, our hair dancing on the wind flowing through the T-tops as Andy sang "Love is Thicker Than Water." You would have thought the president had died from the reaction we shared when the song faded out and the DJ announced that Andy had overdosed.
I recall my first dance recital to YMCA, an odd choice I know, yet in my life I have yet to attend a wedding that it isn't played, taking me back to the creaking stage at the Oakhurst Community Center.
Music has a way of washing away the day's troubles, pulling us back to a special moment, making us smile, filling our eyes with tears. I can tell you what I was doing when I first heard Karen Carpenter singing, even when "Thriller" had its debut on MTV.
The song they played at my mother's funeral still brings unstoppable waves of emotion 12 years later. Music ties us to others in ways mere words cannot. I struggle to imagine a world without music. We are a blessed country to have freedoms to listen to an endless diversification of music, though not all are what I personally consider good options. The fact that they are out there floating through the airwaves is recompense.
Times have certainly changed since that first day mom played us her new eight tracks. Though with the technology of today one can download any song known to man in the blink of an eye, the music remains the same transcending.
The next time you hear a song that stops you in your tracks that takes you back to another time and place embrace the moment, close your eyes and immerse yourself in the memory.
Though we only live each passing day but once, a song remembers when.
"Close your eyes and immerse yourself in the memory."