A thirty-three year old song popped up on my playlist yesterday. In the range of music I listen to, that’s about middle-aged. (I go as far back as Sinatra, who actually came up as I was writing this, and as far forward as last week.) This song’s pretty special, though, so I thought it was worth talking about.
(Much has been written in the last couple of days, all of it better than what you’ll find here. But when a queen dies, you have to weigh in on her passing.)
Fantastic essay this morning on Elvis (not Costello), forgiveness, music, and probably a couple of things I’ve forgotten already. Stop reading this until you’ve read that. (The Morning News website is behind a paywall, but they offer some number of free articles every month, so everyone should be able to read it.)
The 90’s were the Golden Age of what is known as Contemporary Christian Music. Christian radio was still a pretty new thing, pioneered by KLTY and a few others, and so the radio data analysts hadn’t had time to ruin it, and the music it played along with it.
Certain things date a person.
- Knowing where you were when Kennedy was shot.
- Having watched a man walk on the moon.
- Remembering when they believed man actually did walk on the moon.
- Having watched a draft with a knot in your stomach instead of NFL rosters in your hand.
- Remembering when Michael Jackson was a) alive, and b) not weird.
- Having watched the Cowboys go to the NFC championship game every year instead of every half-century.
I only hit on two-thirds of those (no idea where I was when Kennedy was shot, and I was born in the only two-and-a-half year period in the last 75 years that didn’t have to register for Selective Service), but that’s more than enough.
You knew there was no way I wasn’t going to link to this. The title theme is excellent (I’ve been listening to it for 50+ years and they get it pretty close to note perfect), but stick around for the best four minutes of music in movie history.
(The “waa-WAA-waaaa” lady sounds great, but she looks like she’d rather be doing the dishes.)
If somebody wants to take me to this symphony, I’ll gladly go.