Recently, a writer friend of mine posted an article on Huffington Post 50 about the soundtrack to her life. This got me thinking, which is not always a good thing…
My life soundtrack would be ALL over the place. I love everything from Hip Hop to Classical. After listening to the local rock station in my car this weekend, and hearing a couple of key songs that would go in that list, I decided to share the soundtrack (or in this case, albums) that I would put together that would best describe my LOVE life from the dark ages of the 1970’s on. So, here goes…
In high school, I didn’t have a boyfriend. Oh, in my mind I was dating one or two of the cutest boys in my town. One would cut through my yard every day on his way home from school and, pathetically, hoping he would hear HIS favorite music, I would blare Bachman Turner Overdrive from my parent’s stereo. My scenario was that he would stop in, listen to the tunes, then fall madly in love with me. Alas, this did not happen. I think he married an Asian woman after college and ended up on the west coast studying rocks. Seriously. Whew–close call.
I ended up at a woman’s college in the South and the preppy movement was in full swing. My freshman year I was going out and enjoying frat parties, but had not found love. That is, until the summer of my freshman year, and BACK in New Jersey, I met the first real boyfriend I ever had. And every time I hear Jim Morrison, the Grateful Dead, or Rush, I’m swept back to those days of haze, fun, and talking on the hall phone in the dorm at all hours of the night. And sneaking up to the University of Delaware, on a train with a box of Krispy Kremes without my parents knowing, to the anti-prep that I was in love with.
Big breakup ensued my Junior year and I traded the New Jersey guy for the ultimate frat party boy at the nearby college. Fraternity proms, parties, ball games and a Pontiac Firebird came with new boyfriend. And it didn’t last too long. But that was fine, I was firmly entrenched in the wildest group of party/frat guys and girls at my college. It was worth it. Until he found another girlfriend with the same first name. Awkward…….
Anyone who went to a southeastern school in the late 70’s early 80s, knew that listening to Beach Music was the big thing. Dancing the Shag, drinking copious amounts of hunch punch and being on the arm of one of the wild guys at the ACC/SEC ball games was the ultimate in street cred. And singing on stage with Doug Clark and the Hot Nuts. Pure, unadulterated fun.
I was happily employed after school at the local Top 40 FM radio station when I met frat/party/grad student/wanna be Virginia boy at a party. This guy could dance. And spend money. And he wore bow ties. I should have known. NEVER date a bow tie dude if you know what’s good for yourself. 3 years wasted trying to get a commitment out of a guy who cared more about his social status in Richmond than finding a real job…or settling down. I think he’s an eBay Power Seller now…..
Single life in Atlanta in the mid eighties was bliss. I finally hit my stride and enjoyed being single. Then I was set up on a blind date with who is now BC. I was excited when I went to his apartment and saw the singularly most impressive audio set up of any guy I had dated. All the bells and whistles, the latest electronics and Bose 901’s to add to the picture. Anyone who personally OWNED Bose 901’s at that time was either a true audiophile, rich, liked loud music or all of the above. I was in heaven. Then I looked at his album collection. Uh, all 10 of them, beginning with this:
I had some work to do.
Smart man, he married into a huge collection, which I still have, of some the best rock and pop albums of the 70s and 80s. I even had an autographed Billy Joel cover, including an original Cold Spring Harbor (his first), original Beatles White Album, Bob Marley, Led Zeppelin and Bruce. What more can you ask for?
It is 2013. Those 901’s are at the top of my bookshelves in my fancy great room. There is not enough fake ivy on this planet that will hide those. Sigh…..
Like I said, my love life can be defined by the albums I have. Still have. I look at them and have such find memories of the Jersey Shore, dancing all night with my fun guy at the frat house party, going to see Springsteen with a cute guy, and even marrying the album-impaired man in my home 25 years ago.
I wonder what our kid’s soundtracks are going to be. Trapped in iTunes forever, sadly, they will never know the new smell and crispness of the latest album, using a un-folded album cover to clean their weed, or reading all of the liner notes on the inside and the back of these now collectibles. I’m getting out my hanky now…
So, what’s the soundtrack to YOUR love life?