I listened to a lot of music while “snoozing” over the past few weeks. I don’t know if being under the weather had anything to do with it, but the music put me in a melancholic mood. Country … imitates life and surged some old memories. Contemporary Christian … not really uplifting. Southern Gospel … better, but still not soothing. Classical … boring. Adult contemporary … predictable and repetitious. Oldies … also brought back memories adding to my melancholy, but with a twist.
When you listen to oldies from the 50s and 60s your realize how melancholic songs were. Sure, my generation brought us the Four Seasons and Supremes, Elvis Presley and Nat King Cole, Johnny Cash and Little Richard, The Beatles and The Marvelettes, The Beach Boys and Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan and Dion and the Belmonts. But there were a number of pretty sad songs interspersed among the emerging rock and roll classics.
Remember The Great Pretender by The Platters? Or Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin? Or Running Bear by Johnny Preston? Or Teen Angel by Mark Dinning? Or Moody River by Pat Boone? Or Tell Laura I Love Her by Ray Peterson? Or Leah by Roy Orbison? Or Patches by Dickey Lee? Or Dead Man’s Curve by Jan & Dean? Or Leader of the Pack by The Shangri-Las? Or Last Kiss by J. Frank Wilson & The Cavaliers? Or Laurie (Strange Things Happen) by Dickie Lee? Or Honey by Bobby Goldsboro? Or The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel? Or In The Year 2525 by Zager and Evans?
The common denominator is teenage angst and in many of the above-mentioned example, teenage tragedy. Listening — even subconsciously — to Malt Shop Oldies or 60s Revolution included those songs. No wonder I was melancholic.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: When it gets tough and things don’t look like they’ll work out, you can laugh by faith, knowing God has already written the final chapter.