The other day I was watching some really cute video somewhere on social media that gave me all of the feels. It was a group of senior citizens sitting together and dancing and swinging arms and singing and just enjoying their music. It was adorable. I'm sure the music was by Duke Ellington or Bing Crosby or Nat "King" Cole. Or maybe I'm a decade early and it was probably Elvis Presley or Glenn Miller or Frank Sinatra or The Platters. Either way, the seniors were glowing, positively glowing with the love of their music.
Music is a miracle of time travel. We can listen to a song and, before we realize it, it has transported us back in time to a specific moment. Somehow, it's magical. And each of us has our own specific songs that transport us. There is one song that actually takes me back to some awful fight my parents were having one time; the song makes me cry even though it's not a sad song. I once told my sister about that song and she said that she has the exact same response to it. Weird, huh?
Yes, music is a time capsule that transports us.
I got to thinking about the music that gets me out of my chair and dancing because I figure that these will be the songs that I would be sitting in my wheelchair and listening to one day. The songs of my generation are many and varied, but they are definitely specific to me and my contemporaries. Disco, funk, hair bands, hard rock...
Imagine it. It's several decades in the future and I'm wearing my teal track suit. My side table is covered with pill bottles and iced tea. My walls are covered in electronic frames flashing memories past me at a new one every three seconds. It's a lovely quiet afternoon and someone turns on some tunes that get me moving. It's not likely to be Frank Sinatra or Elvis or Duke Ellington. It's more likely to be AC/DC, Ted Nugent, Queen, Led Zeppelin, Rush, Salt-n-Pepa, Rose Royce, Molly Hatchet, April Wine, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, Guns N' Roses, Ozzy Osbourne, KISS, Motley Crue, Chaka Khan, and Twisted Sister. I might also be swaying and snapping my fingers to Quiet Riot, Black Sabbath, Pearl Jam, Heart, Santana, Bob Seger, Billy Idol, Loverboy, or Lynyrd Skynyrd.
And as I'm sitting there listening to my tunes, will the next couple of generations of people think how cute and adorable I am?
Those little whippersnappers!
What will your senior moment
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