We have a sadly senile old man as president. We have a narcissist old fool in legal jeopardy trying to run against him. We have people cheering wars as if it were a football game. Inflation making feeding a family extremely challenging while the media says "look over here." So i decided to think happy thoughts about music and happy little tree's.
My nephew had Super Mario back in the day. That was challenging to my young adult self. Of course my 7 year old nephew killed it. But in between the hard levels i always liked the sunny happy backgrounds and uplifting jingles of the game. I called it "Happy little world."
So i'm stepping into my happy little world for a bit.
I'm a very amateur guitar player and i plunk chords on the piano. Still i prefer playing to passively listening to music. But like most boomers music shaped a lot of the way i related to life in my youth.
So here is some of the music that helped me get through my misspent youth.
Day after Day...Badfinger
A middle school gym. A 7th grade me and an old childhood friend that i all of a sudden realized was a good looking young lady.
Slow Ride.. Foghat
A absolute beautiful blonde (prettiest girl ever from Altoona Alabama) too much beer and warm smell of colitas.
Three Steps...Lynard Skynard
Turn it up!
Looking out my back door..Credence Clearwater Revival
My first speeding ticket. You shouldn't press the gas pedal harder to fast music.
Good Day in Hell... Eagles
Oh well. It's been a good day in hell. And tomorrow I'll be glory bound.
Desperado... Linda Ronstadt
She hits that final note and i happily drown in those big brown eyes
Tequila Sunrise...Eagles
Take me to the Bama gulf coast and let me float away
IF...Bread
Okay. So sometimes even a misguided youth can appreciate the greatest love ballad ever written.
These are not my all time favorites although they rank up there. But they take me back to a simpler time.
A time when you picked up a telephone like a savage with no idea who was calling. A time when a cola and a candy bar was breakfast and a blood pressure pill was something really old people took. News was a 30 minute Walter Cronkite thing before the sitcoms came on and presidential concerns were tucked away in Washington DC where they belonged. Jesus loved all the little children no matter the parents political leanings and color TV's weighed 1000 lbs with a huge 28 inch screen and sometimes (gasp) stereo sound!
Anyway now back to senile old men and wars and inflation and yelling at people who disagree with you on social media.
On second thought. I think i'll stay in my happy little world painting happy little tree's a while longer.
Peace!
