Nostalgia

Okay, take a breath - you just survived "The Holidays". In fact, go ahead and take another breath - you've earned it. Ha!

You know, for as long as I've been an adult, I've heard that phrase, "surviving the holidays". Yet in my own experience I have way more positive memories about the holidays than negative. (And I hope the same can be said for you as well)

Sure, like most people who has lived over sixty years on this planet, there have been some gut-wrenching, tear jerking, store that memory in a dark closet and throw away the key moments, but by and large, I look forward to the holiday season and the unique memories that have generated over the years.  

But there is an area that I sometimes struggle with regarding the holidays and that is an obsession with nostalgia. Now don’t get me wrong, being nostalgic is wonderful, in many cases it helps to recall good times, people and places that you might have forgotten,  or wonderful traditions that bring a warm fuzzy feeling to your heart. But what people sometimes forget is that when you blast yourself into the past, "Don't forget the way back".

Freedom Starts Today

 What a great reminder as we enter a new year!

The Meaning Of Christmas

 Merry Christmas! 

ABC

Many years before my introduction to the Columbia Record Club, (8 Records for a penny!) I received for Christmas the Jackson 5 "ABC" recording on cassette. My Uncle Ricky and Aunt Theresa who gave me this wonderful gift probably couldn't have dreamed the journey this little tape would take me. 

First a little context, I was around 10 when I received this wonderful gift and I had already been experimenting with my cassette recorder which was a gift given to me the previous Christmas. I would put my recorder next to my Dad's huge (or so it seemed at the time) Fisher speakers in our living room and record the Top 40 with Casey Kasem. The quality was not all that great, with the variables of the FM radio reception and my inexpensive microphone but I was starting to expand my musical environment and that was the key. I had been taking piano lessons for around 4 years and due to my gift of almost perfect pitch I could pick out songs from my recordings and dissect their composition. It seems so foreign to look back now but at that time there was no MTV, no Walkmans or iPods, stereo equipment was beyond my allowance and odd job capabilities, no VHS tapes, Live concerts were out of the question (too expensive combined with dubious influences) and I didn't know anyone who played a musical instrument other than the piano. But all that changed when I could listen to the pristine arrangement of the song ABC coming from the 3" speaker in my tape recorder. Unlike the radio, I could stop the song, rewind it to listen in greater detail, and this allowed me to start picking up the parts of the song that I had never been aware of before.