And having someone to explore it with (sometimes the past is scary).
I love these songs because of the memories that play through my mind every time that I hear them. Memories of...
My brother and I dancing to disco music in the living room while my parents' readied themselves to go out to a real disco.
The Carolina Shag music that often played throughout the house.
My brother and I making up our own juvenile lyrics to "Stop! In the Name of Love", replacing the word "love" with "poop" and the word "heart" with "butt", and then singing it loudly throughout the house. We were lucky to have a mom and dad who just shook their heads and smiled at such antics. I suppose they were happy to have us singing about poop instead of beating it out of one another.
Riding in the car with my mom who, lost in the soft lyrics, whisper-sang "Time after Time" while my brother and I tried unsuccessfully not to burst into backseat laughter.
Wearing out my brother's "Purple Rain" and "1984" albums.
Cringing at having to listen to my mom's Lionel Richie albums and my dad's Willie Nelson albums (yes, Willie is cool now. Willie was not cool to a little girl in love with 80s pop).
Sneaking into my brother's room and listening to his wonderfully intriguing "alternative" mix tapes (The Smiths, The Connells, Dillon Fence, The Clash, The Sundays, The Darling Buds and many others)
The drive from San Diego to San Francisco with my dad and brother where, for some reason, none of us could quit singing, "Moving to the country… gonna eat a lot of peaches". Terribly catching song. And just plain terrible song.
Discovering my brother's hip hop. I so wanted to like The Pharcyde and Tribe Called Quest because my brother did, but it was so different from The Smiths and The Cure. I kept listening, thinking that it might be like coffee or beer and eventually grow on me. I guess it was because, now, Tribe is definitely in my top 10 artists of all time.
My brother's poster of Steel Pulse's True Democracy album fascinated me (it was the dreadlocks). Many years passed before I ever listened to Steel Pulse. Soon after, they also moved into my top 10 artists of all time.
|Start Me Up||The Rolling Stones|
|Beast of Burden||The Rolling Stones|
|Slip Away||Clarence Carter|
|Cupid/I've Loved You For a Long Time||The Spinners|
|Lady (You Bring Me Up)||Commodores|
|Here I Am (Come and Take Me)||Al Green|
|If I Could Build My Whole World Around You||Marvin Gaye|
|Stop! In the Name of Love||The Supremes|
|The Monkey Time||Major Lance|
|It Will Stand||The Showmen|
|Ms. Grace||The Tymes|
|A Quiet Place||Garnet Mimms & The Enchanters|
|Upside Down||Diana Ross|
|Night Fever||Bee Gees|
|Heart of Glass||Blondie|
|Miami Vice Theme Song|
|When Doves Cry||Prince|
|Rock With You||Michael Jackson|
|All Night Long||Lionel Richie|
|Time After Time||Cyndi Lauper|
|Peaches||The Presidents of the United States of America|
|Stone Cold Yesterday||The Connells|
|It Makes No Difference||The Darling Buds|
|How Soon is Now?||The Smiths|
|A Girl Like You||The Smithereens|
|Head On||The Jesus and Mary Chain|
|Should I Stay or Should I go||The Clash|
|Cult of Personality||Living Colour|
|Siva||The Smashing Pumpkins|
|She Said||The Pharcyde|
|Steve Biko (Stir It Up)||A Tribe Called Quest|
|Chant A Psalm||Steel Pulse|
|On the Road Again||Willie Nelson|
|Here's Where the Story Ends||The Sundays|
Nature's art on my windows.
My office orchid. For blooming over the weekend to welcome me on an otherwise gloomy Monday morning. For being my first orchid ever to bloom more than once.
This morning, as I sat on my front porch with the smell of crisp autumn leaves in the cool air, I heard the strangely soothing whine of a chainsaw in the distance. At first, the chainsaw softly buzzed around the remote regions of my subconscious brain. Then, steadily, the buzzing crept into my consciousness, and I was immediately overcome by feelings of nostalgia for my childhood.
There was no person on this earth like Lucy Bryant. Lucy Bryant was still able to dance the Charleston well into her tenth decade of life. She was able to grow the most beautiful vegetables and flowers in the hardest, seemingly most unproductive corners of the earth. She cooked delicious Southern dinners like nobody’s business. Lucy Bryant sewed the finest, most fashionable clothes for many generations of little girls’ Barbie dolls. Lucy Bryant could entertain a whole room of people with stories from any period of her life. Lucy Bryant was my grandmother. I called her Mammaw...
I woke up this morning. Thinking of you. I fell back to sleep. Thinking of you. I eventually awoke, crawled out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. As I approached the living room, I expected to hear the familiar "thump" of your tail as you realized that your mama was awake and headed in your direction. But I didn't hear the "thump". And your bed set cold and empty by the fireplace.