I’m a stuck- in- the-past music junkie.
I DO like some current musicians. I just don’t LOVE ’em like I love the folks who helped (and continue to help) me grow up.
any band with Clapton
any band with Stevie Winwood
and of course, Joan Baez
Joan Baez is who I turn to when nothing makes sense; when my heart’s been trampled on; and when I really really really need to clean my base boards or ceiling fan. I can just imagine her sitting in my living room saying, “Yeah, it sucks now. It won’t soon. And oh – you missed a spot.”
She did it again for me today.
I got my first Senior Citizen’s Discount on an online purchase today. Was psyched to save the ten bucks. AND was bummed that I’m now one of Them.
I went to one of the few mirrors I have in my home and saw lines around my eyes and mouth and lots of gray hair.
Then I smiled – all the way up to my eyes because I knew what to do.
I pulled out one of m trusty Joan albums (yes, a REAL ALBUM) and listened to the whole thing in one sitting. Then I looked up this Dylan cover on you tube.
Joan rocks. And so do wrinkles, memories of what caused them, gray hair, what I learned as I got it, vinyl and especially Senior Citizen Discounts.