I didn't appreciate, in those days, how moving music can be, especially music remembered from our youth. The sensation one gets when listening to music from a generation ago must be the source of the word "nostalgia." Nothing else evokes quite the feeling of warm, resonant, often bitter-sweet memories.
I'll be spending today in the kitchen, just like I spent so many days in the seventies. I'll be baking and making things cute and trying to entice people to eat goodies that are no good for them, same as then. Back then, being overweight with a painfully low self image, I baked because I despaired for company in my pain, other people who also couldn't resist what their minds knew wasn't wise. Now, though, it's for a good cause, and hopefully more people are aware enough to choose sweets in moderation. After all, they'll be surrounded by farm-fresh produce at the market tomorrow, so it'll be easy to balance everything out.
It's overcast in Portland, and cooler, and I'll be making casseroles for the homeless feed tomorrow as well as brownies. It's a good day for some classic rock, early seventies music that brings back Aunt Peggy's kind heart, the big blue house on Montecillo Drive, the awkwardness of middle school, the two brothers who would team up to distract me on one side while stealing cookie dough on the other.
I invite you to peruse the list of 1972 hits and dare you to keep from humming in your head. http://www.musicoutfitters.com/topsongs/1972.htm. And take five minutes to listen to Heart performing Stairway to Heaven in a tribute to Led Zeppelin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5LGntzmExM. Then close your eyes and wander back four decades. Those awkward, painful years were wonderful.