Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

record player I’ve always loved music. And as I mentioned the other day, I can’t sing a note. Well, not a note you’d want to hear.

I used to listen to my transistor radio under the covers when I was a kid – when I still shared a room with my sister. I wanted to fall asleep to the music. I’d listen to WKTK. Now this was the early 1970’s. The Brady Bunch was hot and age appropriate for me. WKTK, on the other hand, was meant for older kids. High. School. Kids.

If my parents knew, they either didn’t mind or just didn’t say.

Sometime in junior high school, I got my own bedroom. It was farther from everyone else, so I could play my music louder. I had Cindy’s record player and some of her records. Cindy was my cousin. She died a tragic death at an early age. 20? 21? I was young, making it harder to place in time. Really I don’t know a lot of the details. Maybe no one ever told me.

But I digress.

The only record I remember that was hers was Bridge Over Troubled Water. I loved that album. I played it over and over and over. I would set the player to repeat.

Remember doing that?

I sang every song out loud. My favorite was Cecilia. And not just because it was my grandmother’s name. Mostly because I loved the tempo. I bet that I know every word to every song on that album to this day.

I don’t remember how I saved the money. Maybe babysitting. But I remember buying a “real” stereo for my room. And I remember the first record that was given to me. Dream Weaver by Gary Wright. I got a good headset (big and soft) and would lie on the floor and listen intently. I was obsessed with it. Until someone bought me Firefall. And then… And then…

And then I had a friend who swam in blue jeans and knew music that I didn’t know existed. He played Maynard Ferguson and Bob Marley and the Grateful Dead for me. He played Johnny Winter and Styx and Zeppelin. To him, I am grateful.

I started going to concerts and listening to new kinds of music. And when I went to college, I learned to love country music and Springsteen and Iggy Pop.

And still, music is the backdrop of my life. It makes me dream and makes me remember and makes me feel.

So it thrills me that my guys are expanding their musical tastes all the time. That their iPods are full of many styles of music and that they enjoy it so much. And best of all, I love that it’s something we all can share.

Rock on.


2 thoughts on “Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

  1. That was beautiful. The way that you and your kids celebrate having “wide open ears” is a real contrast to the musical tribalism I sometimes see in my students, many of whom often define themselves by their intensely narrow musical tastes.
    I guess when you’re in high school/college, stepping outside of the norm has its social consequences.
    That’s the only reason I can think of why every girl on the planet wears Uggs, but don’t get me started on boots…
    I bet you’re probably not a bad singer, maybe just a “really different” singer!

  2. Thankfully Jason has better taste in music than I do, so the boys have great music on their ipods. I, too, have really started to like different genres of music. Most of the “comfort”music for me is still the stuff from the 70’s that take me back to better times, escape from the crap that was going on around me when I was kid, and all that “loud noise” my mother used to call it! I hope my boys remember their music just as great music.

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