California Dreaming by the Beach Boys, Momma loved them. I think I know every song! Momma would crank them on and we would clean the house. She could do every dance, Bristol stomp, Mashed Potatoe, the Twist. She and Dad would Jive dance. It is funny how old memories just pop into your head. Music triggers that for me all the time.
Music can be therapy, it takes us places, sympathizes with us, uplifts us. When no one else can be around, music can. I often wonder what would happen if hospitals and senior homes and people suffering with Dementia were able to listen to their genre of music throughout the day. Specific for them, significant to them if it would bring them more peace and happiness.
Of course music played on elevators and when you are placed on hold should not be on the playlist. They are kinda onto something, helping you relax. Now when I hear it, it doesn’t evoke that at all anymore.
Teens typically go through the music stage, I did, my kids did, and we shouldn’t give it up! When life gets stale and repetitive, when you are feeling low, put on some music. I had forgotten what it can do, I found my records the other day, and yes I still have a record player. Music from growing up, teen years, young adult life, I went back there for a while and it was beautiful!
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