The old man
in the stranded tram
played me jazz
on his Edison Phonograph.
Beethoven
on the Parlophone;
twelve inch,
seventy eight.
Sinatra
in the wee small hours.
Microgroove
for twenty minutes.
CD’s
and downloads
I-pods and
Memory sticks.
Hours and hours;
unlimited time,
unlimited technology,
unlimited choice.
But of those,
I loved microgroove the best
because
I was eighteen.
..........
Thanks Tess at Magpie Tales for the memory lane prompt.
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we remember songs from our youth the way we remember the smells of our grandmother's great cooking
ReplyDeletenot alone
What a lovely thought.
DeleteI love Sinatra ~~ even at the tender age of twelve I was humming My Funny Valentine! X
ReplyDeletelovely Stafford- I wish I had all my old 45's from my teen years! Those were the days my friend!
ReplyDeleteI still have some 45's from way back when...How about 'Messing about on the river' as a real blast from the past,or names like Pat Boone, or Nina and Frederick? Sheesh, I'm showing my age.
ReplyDeleteMy doctor ordered me off Pat Boone to avoid diabetes!
DeleteThe sentiment is straight down the middle! Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThis is terrific!
ReplyDeleteCan't argue with your reasoning!
ReplyDeletenicely done and thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteDelightful...loved this, Ford...
ReplyDeleteMemories awakened.
ReplyDeleteYes, those special things from our younger years do carry a lot of weight in our heart....love this Stafford! :-)
ReplyDeleteHey you really stepped out and got the tram moving with this one, Staff', loved it.
ReplyDeleteSpare, evocative, loved it.
ReplyDeletePopular music always sounds better with a touch of nostalgia...
ReplyDeleteOh, for the love of vinyl.....♫
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