Song Memories

Music is powerful.  It can take you back to another time and place.  I have hundreds of memories that come flooding back when I hear certain songs.  I'm going to share two of mine (both G-Rated!) and would love to hear some of yours if you want to share.

Both these songs are by The Doors and both involve bicycles:

1)  It was 1971.  I was 12 years old and madly in love with Jim Morrison (even though he was dead).  This was long before Sony created the Walkman so I had to rely on the repertoire of music in my own mind when I wanted to hear a song (I started listening to rock and roll at age 4, with my dad :)

So there I was riding my bike - no hands - listening to "Riders on the Storm" in my head, thinking about Jim Morrison.  I didn't see a rock on the street and down I went!  I broke my elbow!

2) Keven and I used to love bike rides.  I rode him on the back of mine up to the time he was big enough for a two-wheeler.  There was a cool bike trail not far from out house.  When he was older, we'd pull off the trail and go "snake hunting" (until the day we actually saw one and both freaked out!).  Anyhow, when it was time to take his training wheels off he was nervous so I made up a song based on "Roadhouse Blues" and I would sing it to him as I jogged along side him, and I like to believe, it helped.  It seems silly now, but I LOVE this memory of the determination on his sweet little boy face.  Sometimes he'd beg me to stop singing**cause the song was "dumb" but I refused :)

Kev, keep your eyes on the trail, your hands upon the handlebars
Keep your eyes on the trail, your hands upon the handlebars
Yeah, we're ridin' a two-wheeler, we're gonna have a real
Good time
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all down the trail

**He still begs me to stop singing when we are driving in the car.  Again I refuse and he has to live in embarrassment of what the other drivers must think of his Mom.  (I did, however, stop singing in the car when his friends were present once he got into Jr. High.  Most of the time.  Ha.)


Peace, Hope and Love, Barbara