A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
DH and I were newly weds living in a basement apartment
in a college town. I was working full time to help put him
through school and he was working nights at the
local radio station as a disk jockey.
Do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul,
and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
This meant I often spent the nights alone listening to my
sweetheart's voice sending out dedications and reading
the news and weather to anyone who'd tune in.
He'd signal it was a good time for me to bring him an evening
snack by playing a bouncy little song by the
Jackie Gleason Orchestra. I knew when he was
taking a break to walk down the long hall to the
bathroom because he'd cue up "MacArthur Park."
It took over seven minutes for Richard Harris
to finish wailing,
Someone left the cake out in the rain,
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it,
and I'll never have that recipe again.
Sometimes I'd go down to the studio and help my hubby
pick out music from the station's
huge collection of LP's. I'd get bored with
the standard playlist and occasionally slip in
something to add variety. DH thought
he'd get fired when he heard Johnny Cash singing,
I'm gettin' swallered by a boa constrictor...
give me a break, snake!