old memories…
growing up, listening to the oldies radio station while calmly falling asleep in the backseat is part of my fondest memories. the tone of music kept a memorable quality, a type of safe haven that made the sound create a sense of historic elegance. hearing this now years later, the same feeling lingers. music nostalgia is sometimes the greatest gift that can ever be shared especially when it brings you comfort.
angel of the morning
by merrilee rush [angel of the morning, 1968]
what the world needs now is love
by jackie deshannon [what the world needs now is love, 1965]
nights in white satin
by the moody blues [days of future passed, 1967]
artwork by per-inge isheden
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April 8th, 2008 at 2:59 am
love the lennon, but why the naked lady in the background? (yoko in the car, idling….)
April 8th, 2008 at 9:30 am
Maybe.. even though Lennon loved his Yoko, at times he had that wandering eye. I love the art, especially Monroe. Feels like the inside of my head.
April 10th, 2008 at 12:59 am
My mother used to play The Moody Blues ad nauseam in our home when I was growing up. To this day, if I happen to hear a song on the radio or in a store, I can sing along even though I don’t even remember the actual song. It’s as if the melody and lyrics are burned into my head. Still, hearing this song makes me smile.
April 11th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
i luv this artist….D
April 16th, 2008 at 8:40 pm
thankyou jen for sharing the nice words… you explained how these old songs can feel perfectly.