I miss music in my life.
I am of the generation that listened to music on vinyl albums played on a record player. I dated through the season of 8-tracks, recorded and played college lectures on cassette tapes, danced with my young children to tunes on compact discs, and loaded my iPod shuffle with fast-paced rock to train for races. But somehow as we transitioned to streaming music, I got left behind.
I’m trying to catch up, and in some ways, I barely know where to begin. My college-aged son declares music has never been more accessible, but I feel as though the joyous act of finding and listening to music has become complicated. I’m not giving up.
I spent an hour this evening listening to music on YouTube instead of dong the other stuff I maybe should have been doing. I danced around the den, much of the time in front of the wall mirror, like a kid. I stopped dancing and spent another 10 minutes researching how hard it might be for a 57-year old woman with no musical training to learn to play the guitar. In case you’re interested, the articles all said it’s possible, but I could tell they were lying.
I hit upon a couple of different versions of Can’t take my eyes off you originally recorded by Frankie Valli. Listening to that song is like falling in love all over again.
Then I spent another 10 minutes, with Can’t take my eyes off you playing in the background, looking for dance classes in my area. I came up with ballroom dancing lessons, Jazzercise, and Line Dancing for Seniors. This is not what I had in mind. What do I call the dance I do before the mirror? The one my sixteen-year old self perfected that still resides in memory like the ease and comfort of well-worn jeans.
It’s unlikely I will learn to play the guitar or sing. I’ll probably just dance for fun in the way that comes naturally. I know we can appreciate beautiful art or music, just as we can appreciate the way an athlete excels at a sport, without having to actually play. But, it’s exhilarating to play, and we all know it.
The closest I come to this kind of creative play is when I hold the camera in my hands and lift it to my eye.
You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you.