I mention my mom a lot as far as my source of music. Not necessarily the things I listen to – though I long ago made peace with loving Chicago and “Rock Steady,” to name a few – but the sort of obsessive, HOLY SHIT IT IS THIS SONG TIME TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT side of it.
I can remember days in our (stupidly hot) Chevy Van, windows open, mom listening to the AM oldies station1 (AGAIIIN, MOM?) while driving to go shopping or take me to a doctor’s appointment or whatever. Song came on that she loved (for real, Chicago)2, and talking would cease, because she’d throw the volume up and sing along.
Now might be a good time to mention that I also claim my singing voice came from my dad (who played baseball, but also was in at least one high school musical), not from her. That would be mean, though.
When I was 9 years old, she got particularly excited on one specific day, though. I couldn’t understand why, but her radio station kept playing the same stupid Beatles3 song, over and over and over.
“No, Jim, you don’t understand! This is Sgt. Pepper’s! They said 20 years ago today – and it’s 20 years ago, today!”
This is probably the first music nerd thing I remember, and likely made me the insufferable/hopeful sometimes insightful music fan I am, now.
She’s nearly 70 now, and has just gotten a new turntable set up to replace the component-based monster she hadn’t set up for years (and eventually gave away?).
When they reissued Sgt. Pepper’s a few weeks ago, and I heard John and Merlin raving about it, I knew I wanted a copy. But more than that, I knew I wanted to send her a copy. I did, and in typical mom fashion, she parceled out listening to it for a few days. She had TV she didn’t want to miss, and geese to chase away from her yard, but I also think she wanted to savor it.
When I got my new turntable, that was the first album I played on it.
I sent her a text today, the day after I picked up OKNOTOK19972017, the reissue of OK Computer. Told her how I remember her excitement about 20 years of Sgt. Pepper’s, and left off the part where, shit, I have those moments when I wish I had a nine year old I could yell about OK Computer with (hmm, maybe I should call my niece and shout at her about it?). I told mom what I wrote here – that I think it’s kinda cool that these two albums will always be linked in their anniversaries.
I told her I might send her a copy of this one, too, and “break your brain a bit. 😜 💜”. I still might, and that breaks my brain a bit, too.
She hated FM SO MUCH ↩
As Rob Thomas pointed out during his Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction speech last week, Chicago aren’t exactly the coolest band in the world. “People say a lot of things about Chicago,” he said. “And I know that ‘badass’ generally is not one of them, but just remember that when Jimi Hendrix met them for the first time he told them that their horn section sounded like one set of lungs and their guitar player Terry [Kath] was better than him. That, kids, is badass. If you think Chicago is your mom’s band, then man, I want to party with your mom.” https://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/flashback-chicago-play-a-smoldering-25-or-6-to-4-in-1970-20160412 ↩
I HATED the Beatles as a kid. I still hate the early stuff that’s more “oldies station” than “whoaaaa how’d they do that?” ↩