I don't listen to the radio too often, I tend to like the kind of music that they don't play on the radio anymore (at least not on any of the stations around here), plus I can't stand the commercials. Today I was working in the garage and decided to listen to the oldies station thinking that on Sunday they normally play a lot of fifties music and I was sure that I would get to listen to some Elvis tunes. Imagine my surprise and (temporary) delight when they played song after song from bands I had seen in concert when I was a teen. I heard Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, The Beach Boys, Trooper and Helix. If they'd played Billy Joel, Loverboy, Van Halen, Rick Springfield and a few other bands they would have pretty much covered most of my concert going days.
As I was singing along - and wielding my paintbrush in time to the music- it occurred to me that this was the oldies station - just to be clear, let me repeat that - the oldies station. The songs from my teenage years are now considered "oldies"? How can this be? One minute I was in school -happily going to concerts with music being an important part of my teenage life- then came college, a few years in Alberta, falling in love and getting engaged, a job transfer and bringing this man back to B.C with me (someone had to knock some sense into him), then marriage, another transfer (happily he came along again), buying a home, a child a few years later, another home, another child and ....wham...now I am an oldie. I can accept that some of the music that I grew up with could be considered oldies: Queen, The Stones, Burton Cummings, The Beach Boys, The Eagles. I guess I could see how some might think of those as oldies, but how on earth is Bryan Adams considered an oldie. When I think of oldies I think Elvis, The Temptations, Roy Orbison, Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, The Everly Brothers, Willie and Waylon, Johnny Cash, you know?
Anyway I took my old radio out into the garden and spent the rest of the afternoon singing along and thinking about how strong music is, in that it can bring back memories you had all but forgotten. My Girl by Chilliwack came on and I remembered singing this in an in-concert (I don't know why, I just know we did), Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen reminded me that when I was ready to quit my piano lessons my mom made a deal with me that I could play whatever I wanted (she would arrange it with my teacher) if I just kept going and so she bought me a book of popular music that included some Queen. Do you remember American Pie? I remember belting this out with a group of girls at a birthday party in elementary school. What about Janis Joplin's Take Another Little Piece of My Heart, anything by Super Tramp, Bay City Rollers, Bee Gees (yes, I love them) and Abba? Or maybe Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall; we all loved the bit about "we don't need no education" , didn't that just seem so cool to you at a time when your life did seem controlled by teachers? I remember coming home from riding lessons singing along to Rhinestone Cowboy and that it was my favourite song when I was about 6 years old. I recall loving B.J Thomas' Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, Hooked on a Feeling, and (Hey Won't You Play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song and Burton Cumming's Break It to Them Gently. I still love to sing along to Me and Bobby McGee, most of John Denver's music or any Gordon Lightfoot songs.
I enjoyed listening to these songs so much then... and I still do now and it certainly made all my work in the garden just seem so much easier. It has reminded my how important music still is in my life and I will make a point of turning on some music more often. My folks had (still have) a jukebox and so I grew up with a lot of fun, old music in the house and I want this same appreciation of all kinds of music for my boys. And the paint brush that I was using when I started listening to the radio....
resulted in this screen door being finished.
As I was singing along - and wielding my paintbrush in time to the music- it occurred to me that this was the oldies station - just to be clear, let me repeat that - the oldies station. The songs from my teenage years are now considered "oldies"? How can this be? One minute I was in school -happily going to concerts with music being an important part of my teenage life- then came college, a few years in Alberta, falling in love and getting engaged, a job transfer and bringing this man back to B.C with me (someone had to knock some sense into him), then marriage, another transfer (happily he came along again), buying a home, a child a few years later, another home, another child and ....wham...now I am an oldie. I can accept that some of the music that I grew up with could be considered oldies: Queen, The Stones, Burton Cummings, The Beach Boys, The Eagles. I guess I could see how some might think of those as oldies, but how on earth is Bryan Adams considered an oldie. When I think of oldies I think Elvis, The Temptations, Roy Orbison, Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, The Everly Brothers, Willie and Waylon, Johnny Cash, you know?
Anyway I took my old radio out into the garden and spent the rest of the afternoon singing along and thinking about how strong music is, in that it can bring back memories you had all but forgotten. My Girl by Chilliwack came on and I remembered singing this in an in-concert (I don't know why, I just know we did), Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen reminded me that when I was ready to quit my piano lessons my mom made a deal with me that I could play whatever I wanted (she would arrange it with my teacher) if I just kept going and so she bought me a book of popular music that included some Queen. Do you remember American Pie? I remember belting this out with a group of girls at a birthday party in elementary school. What about Janis Joplin's Take Another Little Piece of My Heart, anything by Super Tramp, Bay City Rollers, Bee Gees (yes, I love them) and Abba? Or maybe Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall; we all loved the bit about "we don't need no education" , didn't that just seem so cool to you at a time when your life did seem controlled by teachers? I remember coming home from riding lessons singing along to Rhinestone Cowboy and that it was my favourite song when I was about 6 years old. I recall loving B.J Thomas' Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, Hooked on a Feeling, and (Hey Won't You Play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song and Burton Cumming's Break It to Them Gently. I still love to sing along to Me and Bobby McGee, most of John Denver's music or any Gordon Lightfoot songs.
I enjoyed listening to these songs so much then... and I still do now and it certainly made all my work in the garden just seem so much easier. It has reminded my how important music still is in my life and I will make a point of turning on some music more often. My folks had (still have) a jukebox and so I grew up with a lot of fun, old music in the house and I want this same appreciation of all kinds of music for my boys. And the paint brush that I was using when I started listening to the radio....
resulted in this screen door being finished.
She still said no. So he gave her some beautiful dangly earrings.
Still, no go. Gave her some lovely slippers.
Nope, she's not buying it.
and they make a heart shape. I quite like that bit, actually. So here is a pic of all the bits.
What a delightful surprise it is to find unexpected flowers hiding in your garden, we almost missed this one, I found it tucked against the fence, almost hidden by another shrub. 
I was working on the apple trees today too and I love apple blossoms. This afternoon was all about gardening, and boy, did we find some pretty stuff. E got ahold of the camera for awhile and is quite pleased with his pics. Here are three that he took.
