Do you remember the 21st night of September?”
For those of you too young to remember, that’s an old disco song performed by a group called Earth, Wind and Fire.
For some reason, songs really stick in my brain and I can recall lines from songs better than remembering what day is trash pick-up day.
Speaking of trash, some of the songs being played on the airwaves today should be relegated to the trash bin if you ask me. I often wonder what will happen when the younger set becomes the older generation. Will they look fondly back to their “golden oldies?” Will they wistfully listen once again to today’s songs and reminiscence about days gone by? You know, songs from Lady Gaga and Eminem.
Many of today’s hit songs would make a well-seasoned pirate blush, that’s what I think. Songs from yester-year are mild and tame in comparison, but even better yet, they are tasteful. Even in the rebellious years of the 60’s and 70’s into the me-decade of the 80’s, most songs did not have foul language in their lyrics, let alone sexual language too crude to even think about.
Call me old-fashioned, but give me the real oldies – songs from the late 50’s and 60’s. My sisters were in their teens in those years and songs from that era are filed away in my memory bank because I heard those songs a lot back then. My oldest sister would have “pajama parties;” we call them sleepovers today, except back then no one would ever think of inviting boys to a sleepover!
Sis would set up her pink and grey record player, with a big stack of 45’s waiting near by to be played during the party. Yeah kids, record player. Songs were recorded on vinyl discs called records – small ones were 45’s and they had one song recorded on them. They were played on a contraption which had an arm with a stylus (needle) inserted into it. As the record revolved, the stylus picked up vibrations off the grooves in the records, which magically emitted music from the record player speakers.
So Sis would invite all her teenaged girlfriends and they would dance to the records, eat snacks, and just have fun all night, I assume. I was never allowed to stay up for those parties because I was just a youngster of four or five. The pajama parties were usually held in our basement, and I would sneak down the stairs part-way, sit on a step, and watch with envy as the girls danced, laughed, and squealed at their fun. My sister would shoo me back up the steps, but sometimes one of her friends would take a shine to me and let me come down to dance awhile. I not only remember the parties but the songs on the records they played.
Songs like “Cathy’s Clown” and “Wake Up Little Susie” by the Everly Brothers, “Soldier Boy” by The Shirelles, “Papa Loves Mambo” by Perry Como, “Love Letters in the Sand” by Pat Boone, “The Monster Mash,” “Leader of the Pack,” and the list goes on and on. Simple music from a simpler time.
My adolescent years took place in the 60’s and early 70s’s. The music from that time is also ensconced in my memory. The first record I ever purchased was “Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter” by Herman’s Hermits. I listened to typical teenage fare back then and graduated to songs by Elton John, The Doobie Brothers, and Chicago in my college years.
And then the disco era hit. By then hubby and I were married and starting to settle down. The songs from the late 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s are scattered in my memory. I was too busy producing and raising children to listen much to popular music, but I do “remember the 21st night of September…Say do you remember, ba dee ya, dancing in September, ba dee ya, never was a cloudy day.”
If I wasn’t still sick with this nasty flu bug, I’d get up and dance. No energy though. Fits of coughing would ensue. So I’ll just watch this little guy boogie on down. Come on, get up and boogie with him, you know you want to!