Blasts from the past

Do you remember those days. Those days we had the gramophone and the polyvinyl records in use. The years and days where magnetic tapes used to be rule.The years when music was real and played by humans not by machines. We later had Cd’s and never thought we could re-record on them. Who would have thought we could just easily burn or rip music. The days when the majority of us had song books and knowing the latest lyrics the in-thing. People were not bothered to remember simple equations like Ohms’s law in Physics but people would remember BOB Marley’s Buffalo Soldier. By then reggae was the in-thing and who knew it was like ice cream and would whet your appetite for less than a decade only. How time change.

Then came ragga that killed my interest for reggae and new music. Musicians would sing so fast and explicitly nude and the youth would enjoy that. The beat was for me subjectively monotonous and boring. You know when you slowly get old you lose the zeal of youth and new.

By then hard rock was still the “thing”. Phrases like Heavy metallic rock were being used to describe the head-banging type of music. But this rock was not as intense as the AC/ DC with Highway to Hell type or the Pink Floyd. Those who were refined would talk about White Snake, Dire Straits with Mark and David Knoppler at the helm.
Eric Clapton and the then fading Santana were great then with their guitars gently weeping. Fred Mercury would keep you on your toes with “Another One Bites the Dust”. It was time for Christmas when Brian May would strum his “banjo” and the Band Queen would rock you until you sweat. And a boy called Boy George fronting Culture club was great then with Karma Chameleon. George Michael and his Wham guys. I remember Madonna doing her Holiday song and how we all would try to jump out of our skins with delight. A group called Third World had managed to fuse their reggae with funk. I can hear the words: ” In hunger I will feed you with my love…Try Try yaaa Jah love..”. UB40 serving their REd REd Wine after dinner.

The days of Nirvana “Smelling like a Teen Spirit”. But some of our seniors would talk about Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin with their Stairway to Heaven journey but we did not seem to care much. We would say it was all nostalgia, them failing to fit in our time. It was all about us and now, never the past. We wanted something light and different but we were at the same time caught between the worlds of timeless music. The Eagles with,how lovely Hotel California was and how the long the Road out of Eden was. There was this guy they called Prince and how the ladies adored him. Did they really love him? Then the group Foreigner would tell us how far they had traveled looking for that elusive thing called LOVE

We were young and would fantasize about love.
Bad Company with the song:” Feel like making love” would make our hearts race, with the hormones spiking and surging above normal. At boarding school one would hear someone sing whenever they took a shower.

Sing along:

Darling, Don’t live without you
And your love
If I have
Those golden dreams
Of my yesterday
I would wrap you
In the heaven
Till I’m dying
On the way
Feel like making — — — —
Feel like making love
Feel like making love to you
Baby, If I think about you
I think about love
Darling, If I live without you
I live without love
And if I had
The sun and moon
And they were shining
I would give you
Both night and day
Love satisfying

OR the shooting star song

Johnny was a school boy when he heard his first Beatles song
Love Me Do, I think it was and from there it didn’t take him long
Got himself a guitar, used to play every night
Now he’s in a rock & roll outfit, and everything’s all right

Don’t you know?

Johnny told his Momma, Hey Momma I’m goin’ away
I’m gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday
Momma came to the door with a tear drop in her eye
Johnny said, Don’t cry Momma smile & wave goodbye

Don’t you know, yeah, yeah
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are

Johnny made a record, went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing the song
Watching the world go by, surprisin’ it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said, Well, I made the big time at
last

Don’t you know, don’t you know
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you know, woah yeah
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star, yeah
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are, a shooting star

Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you know, ahhh
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are

Johnny died one night, died in his bed
Bottle of whiskey, sleepin’ tablets by his head
Johnny’s life passed him by like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind, you can still hear him play

Woah…
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you know
Don’t you know that you are a shooting star
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you know
Don’t you know you are a shooting star

I play these lyrics to go back in time to those days when TIME and growing had different meanings.
When was that anyway?????

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