Soundtrack of my Life…

If there were a movie about my life, there would be a certain song or instrumental for each segment.
Childhood: Itty Bitty Fishie in the Itty Bitty Pool
Mares Eat Oats and Does Eat Oats, and Little Lambs Eat Ivy

Teen: Vaughan Monroe, Ghost Riders in the Sky
Bill Haley and the Comets, Thirteen Women…on the flip side of Rock Around the Clock.
Third Man Theme
Peg O’My Heart

Work Era: Bizet, Carmen
Mario Lanza, Song Angels Sing
Be My Love
David Carroll’s band, In a Persian Market
I Love Paris
Song of India

CCR, Heard it on the Grapevine
CCR, Bad Moon Rising
CCR, Green River

Stevie Nicks, Edge of 17
Knights in White Satin long version

Roberta Flack, Sometimes…all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you

I Think I love you

Juke Box Hero

Nal Diamond, Holly Holy

Im Saving my money to Buy You a rainbow

Johnny Horton, Battle of New Orleans

Beatles Yellow Submarine, Eleanor Rigsby

Rock Music…come by that obsession honestly, the Beatles hit the stage in 19whatever along with Elvis Presley. Then the kids came along and when they were teenagers (in the 1970s and 1980s the house and car were filled with pop music of those years.

Sing, Sing, sing (Jimmy Dorsey, I think)


These are some of the songs and intrumentals that I love. Some, like Grapevine and Knights in White Satin, the long instrumentals that I would sit in the car listening in rapture until the song ended. That was in the days when the car radio was the only portable music maker we had, and unless we had the music on a record (45 rpm, or 33 rpm) at home, and a phonograph, that was about it.

That list dates me, I suppose. But this is my list of favorite music.

Memories of violins

violins play duets
oblivious to the single
and lonely cello

violins play on,
wailing the night hours away
prolonging first light

…for melancholy
the sad violins shivered
shuddering their pain

melodies so sweet
my filling heart could explode
in countless splinters

inside closed eyelids
music can conquer the soul
all become as one

magical fingers
set free tonal notes of gold
caress strings of steel

© Sometimes, 2016

John Lennon’s 75th birthday concert

Nostalgia as misty eyes fantasize o’er
years swimming past in ages–
eyes fill as an ocean
chest fills with emotion,
the heart feels a notion of turning pages

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war

Dejavú is but a point of view
hearing and feeling the beat
of the music…again.  Don’t know
whether to cry or to sing,
or what to want more than anything

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war  

To breathe with the rhythm
of music of the heart
marking the beat in time passing;
recalling  dreams and
memories — the soul in part.

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war

Sometimes the longing is near too much
to bear the emptiness within–
the yawning chasm, the
lonely heart caught in a spasm,
aching to escape into the rotating prism.

same old-same old…again
our world
at the brink of war