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7 comments:
David, as you guessed, I do not know the music you alluded to, but I can resonate to the feeling you must hav had in hearing from Jim Messina. What an incredible feeling.
What I remembered as I read your entry goes back a lot further than 1969. You may or may not remember this, but when you were a small boy about 3 or 4, you had a record player of your own. You would use it often, putting on a record , sitting on a chair in front of it, and listening intently to it.
One day you had a friend over, and the two of you were going to listen to music together. You put the record on and sat down. I happened to be going by your bedroom door when I saw the other boy get up and start playing with one of your toys. What I will never forget is the look of astonishment that came over your face. You were playing a record, and this stupid boy was not listening to it!
When you described how you and Jay used to listen, it brought back that memory as though it had been yesterday.
Oddly enough, I have never liked "background music:", feeling that that is like hearing two conversations at once. When I taught music in elementary school, I evolved a method of showing the kids how to get deeply involved with the music they were hearing. I did not call it music appreciation, because the method that usually involved, resulted in little appreciation and much boredom.
When I met with them, the class would be cncouraged to get comfortable, close their eyes, and blot out all senses escept the sense of hearing. We'd practice this a few times with little bits of the record, then I'd play the whole piece When the music was over, it usually took 2 or 3 minutes before they even began stirring. (This scared me the first time it happened - what had I done?)
I loved reading your entry and am surprised at the memories it stirred in me. Thank you for writing about it.
If I find the letter on Ebay, I'm telling Jim.
Brothers!
Dave, that really is a neat letter. Do you frame stuff like that and display them in the shop? Didn't Leo have a small wall of photos of himself with famous people? I wonder what happened to his memorabilia.
You know, that reminds me. I have a couple of autographed record albums. I should frame those and put them up some place. What good are they doing stuffed in the closet?
What happens in the closet stays in the closet.
A Thai person confuses!
When David told me about Jim Messina and Poco, I said O.K. and didn't pay much attention about them. Once, he played Jim' s records, I recognized his songs right away. They were popular in Thailand for a while. I remembered when I heard his songs. I had always tried to sing and mumble them through the end, though I didn't know the lyrics of the songs. His songs brought back my memory in Thailand.
No wonder, David was so happy to have a chance to talk with a legend singer of USA.
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