Back into the boxes

Being alone the last few days has given me some time to do things that I never seem to get the time to do anymore. (Yep having my brother around really does feel like a full time job sometimes)

Now of course me being me, whats the first thing I do?

I haul out my box of old tapes and cd's. Even I will admit there are some really dodgy ones that I wonder about and doubt I was thinking when I bought them, but they're there so they get a listen, some have been kept for that one song that brings back memories and others....well lets just say they have met the bottom of a dustbin and that my sanity was definetly in question at the time of purchase.

BUT then there are those that I wonder why I ever stopped listening to......and here comes the embarassing admission....yes I was and still am an Aha fan and yes I wonder why I stopped listening to them.....ok now I'm being made fun of by certain people ......yes you know who you are......

Well anyway last night I happened to pull a couple of their albums out of said box and after listening to a couple of the songs it got me thinking and I'm not about to claim that they are masters or anywhere near the league of some of the other bands I love, but what it did do was get me wondering what happened to good ole, feel good songs where every second word isn't a profanity or condoning the beating of woman and the shooting of this one or that one etc.

Which of course gave me a start and made me wonder when I turned into my mother..... I seem to remember having heard the same sort of questioning from her many moons ago when she would freak out over my trading Aha for bands like Black Sabbath, Metallica and the likes. And that of course struck me as insanely funny, because she would quite cheerfully tell us about how her mother would freak out totally about the fact that she and her siblings would listen to Elvis, The Rolling Stones and The Beatles.

My conclusion??? It's totally generational and I look forward to sitting back and watching todays youth freak out when their children do what we have all done and find themselves some new musical way of expressing themselves. Who knows maybe we can look forward to something that may be worth us listening to and if not I'm sure the future youth will think it is regarless of what we think anyway. And yes it makes me very glad none of that future youth is mine.

And in the meantime here are the words to a song that just tugged at the memory cords last night and brought back some pleasant memories about a happier more carefree time when everything seemed possible.

Crying in the rain

I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain

If I wait for stormy skies
You won't know the rain from
the tears in my eyes
You'll never know that I still love you so
Only the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
Since we're not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears
I hope you'll never see

Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling,
you'll never see me complain
I'll do my crying in the rain

Since we're not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears
I hope you'll never see

Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile
and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling,
you'll never see me complain

I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain