Fiona’s friend down the street, a boy she’s known since kindergarten, has recently demonstrated a real appreciation of 80s music. An appreciation that has rubbed off on her. Thank god he isn’t into heavy metal.
Apart from a healthy dose of Bon Jovi, one of the songs Fiona has (re)discovered through this kid is Rick Springfield’s ‘Jesse’s Girl.’
With me as their father, it’s impossible for my girls to have escaped The Beatles during their formative years. I sang both of them to bed with ‘Blackbird’ and ‘In My Life,’ regaled them with the A Hard Day’s Night soundtrack, and just this year took them to the Las Vegas Cirque du Soleil performance of LOVE.
But Fiona expanded her Beatles education on her own through theme episodes of Glee, which she has streamed extensively on Netflix.
Rihanna’s ‘SOS’ is another “old” song loved by my daughter Fiona. Given that is was released in 2006, her birth year, I guess that qualifies as an oldie in her book.
Fiona has played this song a lot recently, but her affection for it goes back at least eight years. We unearthed a Facebook video from 2009 of a 3-year-old Fiona dancing like crazy in the backseat of our car to this song.
Last week I featured five songs introduced to me by my older daughter Sophia. This week I turn to songs I associate with my younger daughter Fiona, though in this case none of them were new to me.
Fiona is still in that wonderful phase where she’s discovering excellent music from decades past, just as I was introduced to Bob Dylan and The Beatles during my pre-teen years.
It’s a rare twofer on Random iTunes Weekends, with back-to-back songs by The Boss. Today’s track is from Bruce Springsteen’s 1992 album Lucky Town.
Lucky Town was released the same day as Human Touch, and the general critical consensus was that the two albums would have been better served if some of the fat was trimmed and they were combined into one record.
‘Blinded By the Light’ is the first track on the first album by Bruce Springsteen, kicking off 1972’s Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ with a burst of folk-rock word salad. It was also the first single he released, though it didn’t perform very well.
Not until the British rock group Manfred Mann’s Earth Band got a hold of it, anyway.
I have refused to join the Apple Music generation. Unlimited streaming access to virtually every song ever recorded might sound like a great thing, but the concept makes me uncomfortable.
I like the idea that I have a music collection — a library of artists and albums I have carefully cultivated over three and a half decades. A library that says a whole lot about who I am and how I’ve changed. A music collection is the soundtrack of your life. How can your soundtrack be every damn song ever?