Music Memory Monday - Roller Boogie and Johnny Mathis

Today is a double dose. I happen to be watching 'Roller Boogie' with my sister at the moment, so...feast your eyes! We were wearing those super hot tube socks with our roller skates in 1979 too :) It doesn't get any better than this!!!!!

Ummmmm, what's up with the couple making out on the dumpster at 3:15?

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Growing up, I scoffed at this song, and begged my mother to turn the station from the back seat, but her brainwashing did the trick, and I love it now, thanks to the many many years of soft and easy radio stations that were imposed on us in the family station wagon. In fact, give me soft rock hits of the 60's, 70's and 80's and I'm in heaven - and full on karaoke mode! So, I dedicate this one to my mom, who is chillin' in the hospital here in Reno - literally. That is, until she gets really hot and then has to have all her blankets removed for a cool down, and then a little bit later she's chillin' again. But she's on the mend (hopefully), and should be better soon :)

Misty - Johnny Mathis

Music Memory Monday

Today I'm introducing my own recurring day of the week theme which I've made up myself, complete with alliterative title and everything. It's inevitable that in every blogger's blogging career, kind of an unwritten rule, an alliterative day of the week theme will be attempted at some point. So here's my version.

Why Musical Memory Monday? Because I remember much of my life in song, I enjoy writing about the past, and of course because Monday is the only day of the week that starts with 'm'.

I'll start with one of my favorite musical memories, which happened when I was about ten or eleven, and my sister and I had stayed the weekend with our Aunt Julie and Uncle Greg.

I had been listening to my new Donna Summer On the Radio: Greatest Hits Volumes 1 & 2 most of the weekend.

I can still remember just what their stereo receiver looked like, and where it was in the corner of their dining room, and how I could hit every note of 'On the Radio' perfectly ;-) But that's not actually the musical memory I intended to write about. What I'm thinking of took place when Greg was taking us home.

We were on the freeway, the 10 I believe (they lived in Fullerton and we lived in Hawthorne), with the radio blasting, and 'Light My Fire' by The Doors came on. We were all singing along and rockin' out, and in the middle of the song, my uncle shouted over the music, "can you believe Grandma hates this song (the grandma who made the refrigerator cows) and always made me turn it off?"

What????!!!!! We were scandalized! How could she? It was unbelievable!!! Oh the humanity...

My grandmother didn't like much music at all, especially not rock, and would always say, "I just can't stand that beat beat beat beat beat!", while pounding her fist louder and louder with each 'beat'. It would always make us laugh, she'd get so worked up about it.

I always think of my Uncle Greg whenever I hear this song!

Light My Fire - The Doors