Yesterday I was feeling sick but went grocery shopping anyway to pick up a few things we needed.
I shop at one of those stores where you can buy everything from groceries, to the latest movie, to tires for the car.
I passed one of those machines that plays music. The ones where you punch the song you want to hear and it takes off. Mostly the machines offer Celtic tunes, or peaceful songs to lull one to sleep. Not this one. It had some great selections.
My choice was SODA SHOP CLASSICS and when it started playing, I was whisked back to the late fifties right there in the music/candles aisle of the super store. Back to when I was 12 or 13, just at the age when all of life seemed impossibly tragic and out of my reach.
WHY MUST I BE A TEEN AGER IN LOVE by Dion & The Belmonts sent chills up my spine because I remembered singing that to the Ricky Nelson and Elvis posters on my wall when my first boyfriend shunned me, pretend mike in my hand as I sprawled on my twin bed with the blond headboard. (Remember blond wood???)
Next came The Beach Boys singing, "Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba-A-RAN, Oh, BARBARA ANN," my own namesake song. I sang along with the boys as I twirled around the room in my skirt with a dozen starched crinolines underneath, my blond pony tail bobbing against my shoulders. The ribbon from the pony tail flying around my head as I flew across the room.
Oh those were the days. And those were the songs that made my heart beat faster. Still make my heart beat faster.
Since I bought the cd, I can whisk myself back to the fifties whenever I want with a turn of the knob on my cd player.
And you know, I don't feel nearly as bad now as I did before I went shopping. In fact I think I might be cured!
Blessings to you all and here's to you finding what makes your heart beat faster.