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Monday, August 26, 2013

Listening to the Radio

Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and little lambsy divey 
A kiddle divey, too. Wouldn't you? 
Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and little lambsy divey 
 A kiddle divey, too. Wouldn't you? 
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey. 
Say, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats

and little lambs eat ivy." 
Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and little lambsy divey 
A kiddle divey, too. Wouldn't you?
 Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats and little lambsy divey 
 A kiddle divey, too. Wouldn't you?

Listening to eight hours of Sirius radio traveling across the entire width of Michigan, alone in the car, I end up going from one station to another just alleviate the boredom. And find myself traveling through time as well as space.

40s on 4 has been a favorite station; must be channelling my mom who grew up then and was the Jitterbug Queen of the Projects. Mom used to break out in song when I was young, Mairzy doats being a favorite, along with "One Meatball."  Mom's home made spaghetti and meatballs being a family favorite, we heard that one...a lot.

So after hearing about little lambs eat ivy I went forward to favorite station number two, 60s on 6, only to hear "I Am A Rock", one of the first 45 records I ever bought. Twenty two years between the songs, Mom  the same age I was when we were listening to them.

Nostalgia not being a good driving partner I went to stations that played music I was not listening to at the time the songs came out. Still, a Hank Williams song recalled to mind when we went to the drive-in movie theater, Mom, Dad, my brother and I, to see The Hank Williams Story. I liked those songs okay. Channel change again, and I learn all kinds of new things. So, that was what Sting sounded like? Or Pearl Jam. A little opera, which I listened to while reading for my lit classes back at Temple, then an hour of Prairie Home Companion,  recalling Gary's Powdermilk Biscuits  t-shirt way back when, and finally I popped in  new CD of Miles Davis. No association with Miles, as listening to jazz came to me only about 20 years ago. Because I was tired of how every song held its association with the PAST, and sometimes one needs to just hear the music.