When we moved from Orem UT to SLC nine years ago, I asked my sister Ann if she would like my boxes of old records, and she said to bring them over. Well. Ann shows up on my doorstep in SLC with three boxes of my old records, never having found that she wanted to treausure them. Dozens and dozens of them.
I checked one album of old 45s and my college days opened up before my eyes again as I remembered some of the following songs:
- The Phantom Stage Coach, Vaughn Monroe
- Long Ago (and Far Away), Freddy Martin
- Shanghai, Doris Day
- Early Autumn, Jo Stafford
- Jambalaya, Jo Stafford
- If You Are But a Dream, Delta Rhythm Boys
- The Nearest Thing to Heaven, Eddy Arnold
- Unforgettable, Nat King Cole
- I Don't Mind Being All Alone, Ames Brothers
- and here's a gem: Too Old to Cut the Mustard, Rosemary Clooney and Marlene Dietrich
- I Won't Go Huntin' With you Jake (but I'll go Chasin' Wimmen), a song I taught to my little brother and which he still remembers all the words from it.
There are dozens more. No wonder I can't stand anything that passes for music beginning with Elvis. Funny how an old song conjures of memories, people, places, pain, happiness. Songs and music are an important part of our heritage. For each generation, the music legacy is different. I am just too ancient to appreciate why young people like what is supposed to be music today. I'll stick with Margaret Whiting, Jo Stafford, Nat King Cole. I can relate to those lyrics and melodies, even though some may bring a tear or two. I like these songs better than noise that passes for music.