1970's song with red rubber bouncing ball

When the dancers come out of the audience, we pick this one and that one as someone who could be one of our mothers. This schlock brings back memories of the hurried Saturday night dinners of childhood so mom and dad could be in front of Lawrence by the overture. Since the last parent died, Julie's mom, four years ago, we have watched Lawrence Welk at seven on Saturday nights. Just like I read instead of writing, I listen instead of playing.Īnd they say confession is good for the soul, so here goes. I wish I could say I had talent, but I don't.

In high school I played the flute in the band, and I took piano lessons for 12 flipping years. I cry at most choral pieces, and Saturday we are going to hear the Faure Requiem. However, thru all this, my real love is what my mother referred to as my 'long hair' music. Then came the 60s, and what can I say? I've not been that immersed in pop music since. I can attach almost any of those tunes to some night in Beano's, necking with the current love in the back booth. I was a teenager in the 50s, and what a decade that was, AKA intro to rock 'n roll. This is good stuff, so rarely heard these days.

My first music memories are of the post war big bands, listening along with my Aunt Dot. If I don't respond to that, unplug me, because I'm gone.

I've told my family that, if I'm ever lying comatose in the hospital, they should just play the Dallas Winds' recording of music by John Williams. Now, of course, I've cycled back to classical, immersing myself in emerging American composers like Adam Schoenberg, Frank Ticheli, David Maslanka, and John Mackey-several of whom I've schlepped around Dallas while my band rehearsed their latest works. When Warren died, I found I couldn't listen to the songs we enjoyed together without breaking down, so I built myself a new soundtrack of music we didn't share, including Mark Knopfler and Sonny Landreth. I fell hard for Guy Clark and the Flatlanders. Then I married a guy with broad musical taste, who brought me up to speed on the Beatles, the Stones, Dylan, 1960's pop, Hank Williams, and the singer/songwriter scene down in Austin. Once I got control of what I listened to, I was able to sneak in some 70's pop, plus all the tunes from the musicals we steeped ourselves in at the theatre department in college. As a kid, my dad decreed that we would only listen to the heavy classics, like Beethoven, Wagner, and Tchaikovsky. Music has always been a huge part of my life, but my musical tastes have come in phases.

1970's song with red rubber bouncing ball