It's funny, really. Funny-odd, I mean.
Casey Kasem's passing didn't come as a surprise. Still, I was more than a little saddened at the news.
...which surprised me.
To be honest, prior to his family's brouhaha played out by the media, I'd not thought of Mr. Kasem in years.
I suppose my feelings were a reaction to the slow death of radio, as I knew it.
Except when darkness fell and our little transistors could pick up a signal from the Holy Grail (aka, KOMA Oklahoma City) -- my friends and I were resigned to listening to our hometown "jack-of-all trades" radio station.
It made no difference that we never met a 'real' D.J. They were our friends.
.....And handsome, besides. I mean, you could just tell by their voices. Right? (Tee-hee)
Half a decade later, I'm still left to wonder if I don't choose a 'favorite' station for it's genre ... or, the friendly host. :)
Since the easy-listening 'Music of Your Life' station I adored went belly-up last year, I've felt somewhat adrift. Getting satellite radio installed in my aging Camry was short-listed.
Then, while on vacation in March we were upgraded to a rental car boasting satellite radio -- and by week's end I was longing for a D.J.'s voice. Go figure!
BTW .... has anyone been to see "Jersey Boys"? What did you think?
DH and I aren't big movie-goers; and no matter how talented, I'm not especially fond of impersonators.
Then again, The 4 Seasons' "Walk Like a Man" was the first record I was allowed to pick out for myself. I.Seriously.Loved their music!
... Which is odd, given the fact they're Americans.
It's true. In '64 I fell head-over-teakettle for the Beatles and, seemingly, the whole lot of Brits who followed:
George, Keith, Gerry, Chad and Jeremy ... and, of course, Freddie. Silly Freddie. :)
... still guaranteed to put a smile on my face.
Unfortunately, not everyone shared my devotion. There's just no accounting for some people's tastes. (JK!)
When Tom's sis was visiting last year, I hoped to discover some common ground and hopefully, a more relaxed relationship. After all, we're practically the same age.
I'm not sure how the conversation turned to music, but I hope my face didn't reflect my horror when Annette said she didn't much care for The Beatles. I tried not to wince as she added, "I was a 'Mo-Town' girl."
(Aside: My parents never let me listen to 'that kind' of music. For that matter, I wasn't allowed to watch 'Peyton Place' either. Another story for another day perhaps.)
Music is so intensely personal, isn't it?
I'm not real sure what compelled me to put these thoughts down on 'paper' this morning. In just a minute, I'll hit a button to 'listen live' to a promising station featuring a good C/W playlist and a great
Meanwhile, I'm feeling mighty beholden to Casey ....and those DJ's who've not been replaced by giant corporation's soulless programming.
Thank you for the music!
I hope you all enjoy great weekend!
Hugs from Phoenix,