Monday, July 18, 2011

the twelfth of never.

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade. The moment envelops me and I get lost in the idea of have been a teenager in the 1970s.

For all the positive associations I have with the decade, there certainly were more pressing issues at the time then what the record store held. As I flip through my growing record collection, however, this seems impossible.

David Cassidy. The Partridge Family. The Monkees.
John Denver. The Osmonds. Shaun Cassidy. Donny and Marie.

I think of how it would have been, playing "The Twelfth of Never" on my record player. Placing the needle just so. I imagine sitting on the hardwood floor as that glorious, crackling texture fills the room before the first beat springs to life. I picture my long straight hair, bell bottoms, and any and every other stereotype I can muster. I wonder how it would have been looking at posters of David, Davy, and Donny, instead of Ike, Tay, and Zac.

I know this fantasy does not differ from the times I have spent with my casettes, CDs, or iPods, breathlessly waiting to hear the first note of a song that defines me.

Music defies our limitations. Each generation has the opportunity to discover melodies from decades past.

I double click on "The Twelfth of Never" on my iTunes and wait with baited breath for the song to begin.

you ask how much I need you
must I explain
i need you, oh my darlin'
like roses need rain

I brought the best of the 1970s to my life.


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