No, its not raining today, but for some reason the words in the title above popped into my mind and just won’t leave until I have thoroughly absorbed them. That is what this post is all about.
I’m not sure why these words suddenly appeared at the top of my brain, but they wouldn’t leave until I found out their source. One of the things about being deaf for more than 30 years is that I no longer can remember what musical instruments sound like, but I do often remember lyrics. Let me give you a hint.
If this is not enough, how about the lyrics.
Ok, if you haven’t figured it out by now then you must be under 50 years of age. One final clue and then I will finally get on to why I really bothered to put out this post.
Thank heavens for the Internet. If this were thirty years ago those words would have been rattling around in my mind for hours and perhaps days before I could drive them out. Now, all it takes is a quick trip to my computer to find that they were from a song by the Carpenters in 1971.
I guess when you get to the heart of it, this is just another pity post lamenting how I miss music, but it is also one to celebrate the tranquility of the past. If you look at the history books now you will see that 1971 was at the heart of the Vietnam War protests. The Kent State massacre had occurred the year before when soldiers kills college students for protesting. Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy assassination was still fresh in our minds as were the Detroit and Watts riots.
So, how can I ever say that 1971 was a tranquil year? I think it was for me because I finally managed to get through college and was in a stable job. I just bought my first ever new car and finally had enough money in my pocket to put gas in it. Those were peaceful times for me.
During those years I was thoroughly into the folk music scene of Dylan, Peter, Paul and Mary, and Simon and Garfunkel, and the like but I did also appreciate the mellow soothing stuff of folks like the Carpenters, Johnny Matthis, and Nat King Cole. They helps us mellow out from the frantic times. Little did I know that Watergate was just on the horizon, but that had yet to taint my peaceful feelings.
Let’s close out this rambling post before I diverge off into yet another topic. I miss being able to just lay back and listen to music. They say it tames the savage beast, so I think it would do something about my seasonal depression of late. I still got my stack of vinyl 33s from those years. I don’t know why I keep them. Maybe it is a dream that technology will come up with a way for me to listen to them again. I’m not holding out much hope for that, but it is a wonderful dream to contemplate.
Yeah, Rainy Days and Mondays Get Me Down…