I live the music
I was born and raised in glorious times for music, so almost, my lullaby was made with bits of musical gems in Spanish. I remember there was a small radio in my house that my grandmother turned on to listen to music, also to listen to the news, and sometimes she would put it close to my ear to hear better. With that radio, I learned the lyrics to many songs: 'I hope you learn the multiplication table just like you learn the songs,' my dad would say in a scolding manner.
Music came not only through the radio but also through television. It was through that device in the living room of the house that we could watch from 4 to 6 when I heard, for the first time, a group that sang in English. It was a little skit by The Beatles, where the lyrics of the songs appeared in English and we could repeat them. I remember that my sisters and I would take anything, from a broomstick to a pot from the kitchen, and we tried to imitate the four from Liverpool. Every time the program started with the piece 'A Hard Day's Night', we would start playing our improvised instruments and singing, 'butchering' the English. In other words, from a very young age, I was infected with Beatlemania.
But not only through the radio or television, music was always present in any form. I don't remember my house without music. My mother did the house chores with music, my sisters and I were in charge of flipping the cassette in a silver player. Also, when we traveled in dad's car, we were in charge of selecting the cassettes that would play throughout the journey.
I got my first record player in a fortuitous way. My older sister was turning 15, but just a few days before, an aunt of mine, my dad's sister, passed away, and all the party preparations fell apart. My father told my sister to choose a gift and she asked for a sound system. The next day, a beautiful Sony sound system arrived at our house. Not only was my sister happy, but I was too (I remember thinking that when I turned 15, at that moment I was 13, instead of a party, I would ask for a motorcycle).
The fact is that the sound system brought several vinyl records, single and long play, for us to test the quality of the device. Among the records was one of tropical music, another of children's music, and one of Marilyn Monroe. That single was mine immediately and although over the years the device became a thing of the past, that other vinyl record, that of the golden girl, still remains with me. In fact, at some point I decided to frame it as if it were a personal relic.
As for which one I bought with my money, I imagine it was a Menudo album, a Puerto Rican group of which I was a fan. Generally, I saved my school money to spend it on souvenirs from the Boricua group. Some albums came packaged in special, more expensive magazines, and I did extra chores at home, like washing the car, taking out the trash, or accompanying my father to the market, to be able to purchase them.
If I review my life history: music has always been with me. Each stage of my life has its own playlist. It only takes hearing one of them to relive old moments.
Because I don't only listen to music when I'm happy to sing and dance, I also listen to music when I'm sad, and you wouldn't believe how many times I've cried listening to songs.
I am not one to listen to just one type of music genre, so to say that I like one more than another would be a lie. I listen to classical music, rock, pop, ballads, merengue, jazz, soul, reggae, and even reggaeton. I believe that each music genre has its moment, and life is made of many diverse moments.
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Music is part of my life also since childhood. I never own an album though. But I remember buying a songhits😁.
Now it is perhaps uncommon to buy an album, and I don't know what its cost might be. It's easier to acquire music in other ways. A hug.
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I understand you very well, my friend @nancybriti1. I love music too, but I've always had a soft spot for this group since I first heard them and became addicted. Thanks for sharing your experience.
Yes, I remember that, although I rarely listened to spoken music in English, I discovered The Beatles when I was a child thanks to the animated series that they aired on television. Regards.
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Ah, I understand why you wanted a motorcycle for your fifteenth year! You were a fan of Menudo, like my younger sisters, who had their room upholstered with the posters of each member. Have you had among them your favorites?
You know, we share musical tastes besides The Beatles. For example, baroque and classical music. Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, List, Chopin, just to name a few composers. Exquisite music for all moods. Of course, without neglecting popular music of all kinds. Well, the reggaeton is not so much. Especially those with vulgar lyrics (not for being a puritan). I like songs with good phrasing that are both understandable and challenging to the intellect.
I really enjoyed your post.
Greetings.
It's great we share those musical tastes, my friend. I'm sure you have a better ear than me because you're a musician. Sometimes I can't stop humming the songs my nephews listen to, even though I'm not that good. Hahaha. Greetings and thanks for your kind comment.
Oh! Yes, my room was also covered in Menudo posters. The lady at the newsstand made a fortune with my allowance. Hahaha
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For my generation, and even for yours, the radio had a huge impact on the development of musical taste. I don't think my granddaughter ever listens to the radio.
I got my first stereo when I started working as a teacher. I was in my twenties. Before that, I could only listen to music on small, battery-powered radios.
Thanks for sharing, my dear @nancybriti1 . A big hug from Maracay.
That's right. I remember there was a program called "Solo para pareja" (Just for Couples), from 6 to 8 at night, and you could call in to have them play (please) the music you wanted to dedicate to someone else. Every time they played a song I liked, I'd start copying the lyrics. That was the only way I knew how to learn it. Oh, because Dad wouldn't let us play the songs on the LPs on repeat because we'd scratch it. Hahaha. We have so many anecdotes, my friend. Sending you a big hug from Cumaná!