Ah, today our past is right there in front of us. We can’t escape it.
Today the images of our fashion faux pas are right there on Google Images. I can no longer deny that in 1978 the love of my life took me to the prom in a mint green tux because I told him that it matched his eyes.
There was a time, I’m sure, when people of my age could pretend that they never wore those outdated clothes or clunky shoes.
Not now, though. With the internet, we can find 1,000 awkward photos from our youth.
But the hardest part, for me, is the fact that YouTube has every single sappy, beautiful, compelling, heart wrenching song from my most tender years.
There was a time, long ago, when I sang in a small folk group at a weekly church basement “CoffeeHouse”. Yes, I did think of myself as a young Joan Baez. I did. We gathered in the church once a week to rehearse, the green grass outside the door smelling so sweet. And once a week, in the evening, we sang for a small audience. I remember sitting on the edge of a small stage, the lights bright on our faces. I remember the sound of our harmonies.
I sang with my more talented friends, who played guitar as we performed. I harmonized with them, working out our own special chords to “Suzanne” and “Where Have All the Flowers Gone.” I felt so incredibly accomplished as I made my voice blend with theirs.
I remember singing with my friends in their basements, too. Harmonizing to Crosby, Still and Nash. Who would do the lowest part? Me!!!! Let me! We sounded amazing to ourselves as we hiked in the mountains, singing. Or as we sat in the cafeteria of our High School, singing. We loved each other, so we made music that filled our hearts.
I remember those times.
So tonight, when I looked up an old song on YouTube, I ended up in tears. My whole musical youth, right there for me to relive and cherish.
Peter, Paul and Mary…..Joan Baez…..Judy Collins…..Crosby, Stills and Nash.
It was only a few weeks ago, wasn’t it, when I sang these songs with Cindy and Mo and Doris and Chris and John? When our dear Steve tried and failed to hold the tune?
It was just the other day when Sue and I discovered “Where do you go to, my lovely?” by Peter Sarstedt. We were so sure that we were unique in our love of this sophisticated moving song.
It just happened. It was just the other day. I’m sure of it.
Ah, how music can break your heart.