ValueSpeak
A Weekly Column
By Joseph Walker
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I don’t know about you, but I’m tired today.
No, I take that back. I’m exhausted.
I blame it on my wife, Anita. She’s the one who gave me the gift of music.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not complaining. It was a great gift: a subscription to an
online music service that offers access to just about every song ever
written. With just a few points and
clicks I can access the music of my life from Abba to Zeppelin (as in Led). It was amazing. I stayed up until
The music took me back through time to people,
places and feelings I had almost forgotten. For example, "Cherish" by
the Association took me back to 7th grade and a summer party in Jan Davis’
backyard. All of a sudden, I’m standing there like an idiot – again –
helplessly watching Alan Burningham steal Gayle Hayes
out from under my adolescent nose – again – because he has sideburns, an Adam’s
apple and long hair, and he knows how to slow dance (and it doesn’t hurt that
he’s an 8th grader – you know how women love older men).
"How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?" by
the Bee Gees took me to the Taco Hut at a local amusement park, where I worked
the summer it was popular. I could just see the crowds of people. I could hear
the carousel playing the local high school fight song over and over again. I
could feel the steam heat rising from the serving table. I could even smell
that meat or whatever it was we were putting in the tacos back then. And it
still makes me nauseous 28 years later.
Then I heard "The Warmth of the Sun" by
the Beach Boys and found myself in a darkened gym at Millcreek
Junior High. My hands are sweaty. My stomach is in knots. My knees are
trembling. Slowly, I start walking toward
“So,
OK, so even after all these years I still couldn’t
bring myself to ask the most popular girl in the 9th grade to dance. It’s still
a fun memory.
At least, I think it is. I mean, life was simpler
then, wasn’t it? There was less stress. Less frustration.
We were carefree. Weren’t we?
Well, weren’t we?
Until I took my musical journey back through time
I’d forgotten how hard it was to be young. While it’s true that adolescent
angst seems trivial and inconsequential from the perspective of adulthood, when
you’re a kid, childhood trauma is still . . . well . . . traumatic. Remember
bullies? Remember pop quizzes? Remember pouring out your deepest heart-felt
feelings in a carefully worded note, and then waiting anxiously for the
response? Remember zits?
Such things may be fun to remember, but they
weren’t especially fun to live. When it comes right down to it, the good old
days weren’t all that great. For every joyful memory to which we nostalgically
cling, there is pain tucked away that we tend to forget. And that’s OK, I
guess, as long as we don’t diminish our attention to "today" by
giving "yesterday" more credit than it deserves. The way I see it,
"today" is the only day that really counts, because it’s the only day
we can do anything about. "Yesterday" is gone; "tomorrow"
hasn’t arrived. But today is here right now, and it’s clean and fresh and full
of possibility. Live it. Love it. Seize it.
With or without a musical
soundtrack.
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