I like dreaming, cause dreaming can make you mine

One day at work someone had the radio playing and "Hotel California" came on. One co-worker who is about 40 said "oh, this brings back good memories" and another guy in his late twenties said "oh, yeah it brings back memories for me". The 40 yr. old turned to him & said "what, of the smell of your crib!?" I laughed but it made me think about how music is a soundtrack to your life. When I was a child my Dad played Elvis records & danced around the living room pretending to be Elvis. My Mom had a Seals & Crofts tape & I remember riding around in the car listening to "hummingbird don't fly away, fly away". As a kid, my sister had record albums of "The Monkees" but, I had more refined taste in rock n roll & bought a Beatles "Magical Mystery Tour" album at a neighbors garage sale for 25 cents. I'm sure then (in the 70's) those people had no idea what a collector's item that would become. I remember going to the rollerskating rink & skating to Rush's "Tom Sawyer" and feeling cool. In my teen years I enjoyed all types of music from New Wave to Hard rock to R&B. I remember riding around in the car with my sister & her friend listening to Duran Duran and feeling important because they let me hang out with them. I remember my first concert I went to was Hall & Oates at the Omni & I felt like "Wow, I've made it!" I finally knew what it's like to go to this magical thing called a concert. Music defined my life. When I was sad, I liked sad songs & when I was happy, I still sometimes liked sad songs. My wedding song was Paul McCartney's "My Love" & I never realized how long it was until I had to slow dance to it in front of 80 people. I like sappy & cheesy songs & songs that people probably think are dorky. So what if I like all of the BeeGees songs & Barry Manilow & Rod Stewart. And so what if I like Dolly Parton's "Hard Candy Christmas". And so what if I like all of the Rocky soundtracks & that I've seen all of the Rocky movies dozens of times. So go ahead & make fun of me because Dan Fogelberg's "Same Old Lange Syne" still makes me all sentimental or if I can bowl a spare or strike by playing "Brick House" or "dancing Queen" in my head. I like what I like. And music completes me.

And I really do think my infant son likes me singing Minnie Ripperton's "loving You" to him.
JLW