A song and where you were

Sigh - WNEW. Carol Miller, Scott Muni, Meg Griffin, Pete Fornatale. Great memories of high school.

I also can share a WNEW memory. Sitting in my friend LeeAnn's basement, listening to WNEW and I said to the radio "Carol, play me some Bruce" and Carol Miller, somehow cosmically hearing me, played "4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy.)"

Oh, this is fun
I was about 10? with my sister and my best friend singing into a tape recorder while we played "Mother and Child Reunion" by Paul Simon on our record player.

We were particularly pleased with our line "only a moment away"  (us singing AWAY a few seconds later!) we thought we were so cool.

I still can remember that album cover- he was wearing a hooded, furry coat.


Corinne
ETA just went and looked it up on YouTube- still such a great song! now added to my ITunes account.

James Taylor's Fire and Rain...weekends at my parent's lake house on Grand. They bought it when I was only 6 and only just recently sold it.    They loved James Taylor, The Eagles, Joe Cocker, and Three Dog Night. They didn't play music too much at home, but they always had it going on a stereo on the lake house porch or on the dock. Anything by those four artists always makes me smell the woods and water and feel that slow warm vibe of summer.

We Are The Champions (Queen) and I Love Rock And Roll (Joan Jett)..... played, full blast, on a boom box while riding on our high school wrestling team's bus back in '82,'83 & '84.
I was the wrestling manager and got to ride to meets with the guys, while the coaches and cheerleaders (yes, they were called mat maids!) drove separately.
Going to the meets, the bus would be quiet because the guys were focused. If the team won, someone would turn on the boom box and everyone would sing in the dark. Hearing those two songs, especially, bring back wonderful memories!

'Galveston' by Glen Campbell – little 7yo AussieMeg sitting on the lounge room floor singing along using a hairbrush as a microphone. It wasn’t my favorite song on the record, but it was the only one that had the words written on the back of the record cover.

'Some Girls' by Racy – my best friend and I were the bell monitors in grade six, 1979. Every morning we had to go into the Principal’s office and play a record which was the sign for kids to line up for assembly, then ring the bell at 9am for the start of the day. The only records they had were really daggy instrumentals like Baby Elephant Walk and Popcorn and Pink Panther Theme, so my friend and I would bring in records from home. We only got to play Some Girls a few times before we were banned from playing it. I remember going home and telling my parents, with all the naïve indignation an 11yo could muster: “We’re not allowed to play it anymore because it’s too suggestive” and rolling my eyes. Looking at the lyrics now, I can totally see why the song was banned at primary school full of kids from 4 to 12 years old!
Some girls will, some girls won't
Some girls need a lot of lovin' and some girls don't
Well, I know I've got the fever but I don't know why
Some say they will and some girls lie

Any song by Air Supply reminds me of sitting on my BFF’s front lawn in 1981 at 14yo, full of teenage angst and heartbreak “I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you……” and we’d be all teary about breaking up with our boyfriends.

White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. At a canyon party with all of my friends who were all musicians or singers. We all camped out and there were a bunch of bands that played all weekend long. We got very, very stoned on some really good weed and laughed our asses off. My ribs hurt for a week after from laughing so much. Fun times!

When I was going through my divorce I lived with my mom for a short time. My brother was on dialysis and living there too. For a while that spring I was unemployed and I would drive him to dialysis and we would blare Kid Rock All Summer Long and sing at the top of our lungs. I think of my brother every time I hear Kid Rock.

I'll go with your 70s theme, otherwise there are too many!
Steve Miller Band, The Joker, junior high school.

Yes, I am so old it was organized as a junior high school, not middle school.

Oh, so, so many. But the one that popped right into my head? None other than Hotel California, which I would sing to myself over and over while walking to my part time job after school when I was done with sports practice. It was a 3/4 mile walk to work and it felt three times that long in the winter when there was a ton of snow and no one had shoveled their sidewalks. Then I would sing it some more walking the half mile home after my shift was over.

"Radio Gaga"- I think that was Queen??? It was the music video playing when my mom unplugged the cable TV... permanently.... because (she said) all my sister and I did was lay around and watch MTV and drive her nuts.

Riding the school bus back to junior high after a field trip to the aerospace museum, Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall" began playing on the radio. We all sang "Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!" quite enthusiastically to the teachers who were our chaperones.

I have bittersweet memories every time I hear Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb." My husband was in ICU in a medically induced coma for 27 days. During that time the nurses always kept 70s rock playing in his room, per my request.

I can remember sitting there for hours not knowing when/if he would recover and listening to these lyrics...
"Is anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me."

He doesn't remember much of that month, but he does have framents of memory that involve hearing music.

"A White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation" by Marty Robbins from 1957 (how's that for dating yourself ). One of my earliest memories is of my dad singing that song, dancing with me as I stood on top of his feet. I was probably around 4 years old. It's an old song that you never hear anymore, even on musak. Dad passed in 2008. About a month later I was in a local pharmacy/gift shop that always had musak going. This song played on the overhead speaker and I nearly lost it. Funny thing is I have never heard it again since that day. I like to think perhaps it was a quick visit from Dad.