I was sitting at home on Tuesday night listening to Barry Manilow songs. Yes, you read that correctly, Barry Manilow songs. My aunt will be thrilled when she reads this post. I think she is one of Barry’s biggest fans and we were certainly caught in the vortex of her Barry mania back in the day.
There was one particular song of Barry’s my mother absolutely loved and I forgot I had downloaded that song on my iTunes. When I decided to shuffle all of my songs while making dinner, this song came on and, in a few seconds, I was back in the living room of my childhood home singing this song with my mom at the top of our lungs. My mom could hit a few notes here and there but her enthusiasm certainly made up for her lack of musical ability.
The song is called his VSM or Very Strange Medley. It consists of several television commercial jingles Barry wrote and he was sure his audience had no idea he had any part of writing. I was a teenager again dancing around my kitchen as Barry went through his advertising repertoire and, in my mind, I could see my mother ramping up for the big finale.
The McDonald’s tune started and, for whatever reason, I started dancing in my kitchen like I was on stage with Barry himself. My arms were keeping time with his Doo doo doo doo doo’s and when the song reached its crescendo I threw my arms in the air as my mom always did and I started to cry. They were such happy tears remembering how much fun we used to have singing that song together and I must have listened to the song another five times, throwing my hands in the air like bad seventies jazz hands each time because my mom could not listen to that song without doing the same thing.
The Musical Daily says music is good for the mind, body and soul but they forgot the most important thing. Music is good for the heart. After I stopped listening to the VSM and wiped my eyes for the last time, I asked my Alexa to shuffle more Barry Manilow tunes and I enjoyed my teleportation back to a time when everything was right in my world.
I ended my Tuesday night with a head full of music and a heart full of memories.
Alexa is able to revive some of our happiest memories, isn’t she?
I lost my childhood faith many decades ago now, but I asked Alexa to find gospel songs I loved and lo and behold, she brought them right up – and with them, I was transported to the little rural Southern Baptist church and sitting between my grandparents who loved to sing…precious memories, how they linger. How they ever flood my soul – and yours, too.
What a wonderful story. Those memories are precious. xx
Not even close to being a Manilow fan, but I can’t pass judgement. I listen to polkas, after all.
There is no judgement here, LOL.
I love the way music can transport us to another time and place. How lovely that you were able to spend a few moments feeling so close to your mom! Whenever I hear a song that takes me back like that, I’m always a little surprised when I realize how many years have passed because it feels so fresh and immediate.
It certainly does feel fresh. It’s hard to believe it will be five years in March. 😦
Beautiful image of your memories! Thank you.