Helen Espinosa’s theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is Guilty Pleasure. Yummy!
I fell in love with Neil Diamond when I was in high school. My friends — Dead Heads and Moody Blues fans — had the same regard for Neil that many today have for John Tesh or Michael Buble or Barry Manilow, meaning not a lot. But I. Didn’t. Care. Neil sang to me in a spiraling surge of emotional energy that I might now describe as a virgin’s chaste orgasm. (How can I admit this in public even now? I’m sure I’m blushing.)
Sunday has come and gone, but Helen Espinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday’s theme this week was A Song from the First Band You Ever Heard in Concert, and I couldn’t very well pass that up no matter how far behind the rest of my life has fallen. (The YouTube link is in the song title.)
That was a time when, as a single parent, I home schooled my son, earned my living as a licensed Child Care Professional, and costumed a Children’s Theater group where all the shows were Musicals. The only radio stations we listened to in the car were either Oldies (1950s , ’60s, and ’70s) or Classical.
1968 — If you were in high school, you listened to the Top 40, waiting for your favorite song to come on the radio — probably a little transistor radio about the same size as a deck of cards — and maybe you had a single earpiece in your ear so you wouldn’t bother your parents. It might have looked a lot like this:
I just found Song Lyric Sunday through Linda G. Hill, and, although it’s 2:17 am, Monday, I’m still up, so it’s still Sunday to me. Plus, it really is Sunday in Hawaii and all the way to the International Date Line. Good enough.