MTV. VMA, Vinyl Records–If aging isn’t for sissies, then neither is today’s music!

I’m crazy about music–always have been!

I try to act my age, but I remember when the country was upset about Elvis and his simple gyrations on the Ed Sullivan Show.  That makes me 72. I watched the Video Music Awards Sunday night as I always do.  I know most of the music.

I’d love to have purple hair like Jim Peterik above, whom I ran into at the Brian Wilson show at Ravinia last month.  Jim is the EYE OF THE TIGER guy (Survivor, Ides of March) and he’s always gracious to his fans!

I’ve been picking up vinyl records at garage sales for years and now I’ve even been buying new vinyl–Hosier, Father John Misty, Jack White.  I have thousands of albums, hundreds of books, and all kinds of memorabilia–Grateful Dead Cookie Jar, Jerry Garcia doll, Beatles bootlegs–again from garage sales.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.  When will I grow up?  Or should I work at growing up?

Or should I just keep enjoying today’s scene.  Outrageous is in.  Every year it seems like a “can you top this?” event.

The music I listen to covers every genre and every decade.  I play a record almost every day and now this week they sound better than ever with my new Kef speakers–again a garage sale.

One of my Artist’s Way projects is making a handmade journal from an old book.  I took an old library copy of “Life, Death, Legend” (Jim Morrison) and I am transforming it into my Dead Rock Star Album.  It’s so sad to recount the tragedies of so many young musicians–and the quirky way many have died!  I do this out of respect for all, but especially some favorites–Elvis, Ricky, George, John, Whitney, Marvin, Sam Cooke, Freddie Mercury, John Denver, Jackie Wilson, to name just a few.  Just think of the story of how each of them died.  I also treasure the journal I found by Kurt Cobain.

I sometimes wonder why music grabs such a hold of me, but I have been aware of music always.  I listened to it on the farm while helping to milk cows, I watched Dick Clark’s American Bandstand religiously, and I’ve toted my growing record collection to college to marriage to now!

Music helps make good days better and it helps make dark days tolerable.  I thank Elvis gospel for helping me deal with a family suicide.

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