Give Me The ’70s
It only takes one line or a few musical notes and wham, I’m hurled back in time. At least that’s what happens to me when I hear a song from yesteryear. Maybe it’s a song I heard while watching the Perry Como show or Dean Martin program with my parents and siblings. Sometimes it may be a silly song we sang as we walked to the swimming pool at day camp. Somehow singing made the trek a bit more bearable under the summer sun. Most recently, I find myself pausing to listen to the songs of my young adult life when music (in the 1970s) could not be defined by one genre. The 1950s ...