It's funny how things work. I was online 'obtaining' some music, trying as I might to think of hip and up-coming artists to add to my MP3. While I was wracking my brain do you know which songs jumped out at me? The songs of my childhood. Forget about the Black-eyed Peas, Snoop-Puffy (whatever his name is) and Pink. Otis Redding, Van Morrison and Burton Cummings was what I was after.
I always knew music was powerful, but after listening once again to these songs it brought back such vivid memories. Even more interesting is that it brought back an era in time, one that was probably in existence before my time. A time of simplicity and innocence. When I listen to these great old songs I picture children running through the sprinkler, riding there bikes throughout the neighborhood and you know what there is no fear on the side of the parents of some unknown danger. People trusted each other.
So on my MP3 I will have some crazy hip-hop, some melancholy stuff all mixed in with these great oldies just to remind me that maybe, just maybe things can be simple again.
