Back in the Day Music 4/7/17
Back in the Day Music
I hate it when my kids ask “who is coming over” or “where are we going?” The questions on paper do not seem like much, but they are usually asked when we are out doing something already. They’re always worried about what we’re going to do next or who we are going to see next, instead of enjoying the item at hand. I blame my wife. Mostly because this is my writing and I can do what I want. That and because she is the same way. She always is looking to do something. I’m looking forward to my chair. She looks forward to spending our time doing something other than sitting. My philosophy is that since we spend most of our money on the house we should spend most of our time here. It should all be proportional in my world. Too bad I don’t get to make the rules.
We sat down one night and really noticed that we don’t sit at home. I decided to cycle through the pictures uploaded to Facebook by my wife. While it took me about ten minutes to get to the beginning of her pictures I noticed we have done many random things. I recalled trips we made, parties we have attended, and the fun had by all. And this was before we even had kids. I then realized that we will be able to relive most memories of our kids just by looking at the thousands of pictures we have.
And this got me to thinking about a theory that I have. In my theory, when you pass on from life, you are able to go back to any moment or memory in time and watch it. I think of it like we fired up our flux capacitor, flew back to Hill Valley in 1955, and got to see the world again. But Marty influenced future events, so maybe it is like Frank Cross going with the ghost of Christmas Past in Scrooged.
So, in my brain, I have a few things that I know I would want to go back and revisit. Personal athletic achievements are probably first on my list. Defeating Metamora in the State Semi-Finals in 2001 would be right up there as a top revisit. Take a punt return to the house on my only time in life where I looked athletic is up there, too (athletic, not fast). Going back to my wedding day and reception would be fun as well, as I recollect very little of it right now, for obvious reasons. Maybe family parties as a young kid would be fun, so I could see what type of fools the adults were around me, back before they started to hide their humor. I know of a party where an uncle of mine fell into a bird bath. I have no idea what led to this happening, but that would be darn good to see.
Now, if I could revisit anything from history like Doc Brown envisioned, that list would be long and plentiful. Seeing the US defeat the Soviets in Lake Placid would be awesome. Watching the ’85 Bears defeat the Patriots in Super Bowl XX would be outstanding as well. Hopefully, you can come up with your own, too.
Even though my kids are still quite young, it is sad at how fast the time with them has already gone. And that was what I was thinking about lying in bed, cycling through all of these moments with them. Even though I have a long list of things that I would like to go back and see that deal with me, I know that the moments I will miss the most is with these three hellions. While thinking about this, I noticed a movie on in the background. It was the 1993 classic, Coneheads. It appears that Beldar and Prymaat had similar feelings as me and did not want to miss out on any memories. While shuffling through the montage of their daughter growing up, a classic song is being played.
And that takes us into today’s back in the day music. Our song today was released back in May of 1973 as a single for today’s artist’s third studio album. It climbed all the way to number 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts. It did not, however, make any noise in Great Britain, as they would not play the song due to fear over a trademark.
Even though my theory may not come true about what can happen when you pass, I can live with it. I can live with it, not only because I have to, but because I will always have the images burned into my memory of the great moments that I have achieved and been a part of, but also those that my children create for me each and every day. Dad has to learn to be less crabby at the end of the night, as he does not want any negativity when he looks back at the Kodachrome in his brain.