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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5 Responses

  1. Jump the mugawump

    love the lennon, but why the naked lady in the background? (yoko in the car, idling….)

  2. Spencer

    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.

  3. Jen

    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.