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chomiji
So RL has been kicking my ass, and I haven't wanted to post about it because I feel that would be whining (especially in comparison with what others are going though). Instead, I'm going to try a meme. scribblemoose has been doing this, and it's something I'd thought of doing myself, on and off, for years.
I grew up with my parents' music and what I heard in public and religious school: Broadway, light classics, some modern folk and Americana ("Roll On Columbia"), Jewish folk music and traditional liturgical music. About two thirds of the way through grade school, I suddenly became aware of pop music. It was the middle of the 1960s, and the first record I ever asked for by name was the Beatles' album Help. Here's the title track, with its lively melody and delivery at odds with its subject matter, a contrast that appealed to me even at age 8:
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Date: 2015-11-22 02:40 am (UTC)Though- because every year at that age is a decade- Help! feels much later than the early Beatles I cut my teeth on- Love, love me do, She Loves You, Hard Day's Night... Days of '64, I can almost feel the air of it again.
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Date: 2015-11-25 02:23 am (UTC)I remember begging and pleading to see the movie. My parents weren't sure it was suitable, but I think we did get to see it, eventually.
A couple of years on, I remember that the more popular girls at school were getting hooked on romantic Motown tunes like "Wedding Bell Blues," which most of the rest of us found icky. Because boy-girl stuff - ugh!