Good morning. 🍁🍁🍁
29 December 2025
The earworm for today is Be My Baby by the Ronettes — whoa‑oh‑oh‑oh indeed.
When it comes to music, I’m pretty much rooted in the past. Mostly the ’60s and ’70s, with the occasional reach into the ’80s and ’90s. Music from the 21st century… not so much. Honestly, I’m not sure I could name a single tune from this century, though there might be one or two hiding somewhere in the back of my mind.
Modern music feels so visual now. People latch onto a song because they first saw it in some eye‑popping music video. Back in the day, it was just the radio waves. A song caught your ear, and if you liked it enough, you headed to the record store to buy a vinyl record — or in the ’70s, maybe an eight‑track tape. I had one of those eight‑track players flopping around under the dash of my 1950 Chevy truck.
Imagine being a musician then, selling yourself sight unseen over the radio with nothing but melody and lyrics. Those musicians were good. I’m not knocking contemporary music at all — I’m sure that fifty years from now, someone will be stuck in the 2020s the way I’m stuck in the ’60s.
I still remember the first “grown‑up” song that grabbed my attention. It was 1962, and I had just turned ten. My brother and I both got transistor radios for Christmas, and Sherry by the Four Seasons hooked me right away. Hmm… I wonder whatever happened to that old transistor radio.
“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” — Bob Marley
“Before MTV, you heard the song before you ever saw the face.” — Billy Joel
“All I had was a voice and a microphone.” — Aretha Franklin
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