Phonographic Flashback

I recently finished a painting job that had me at someone else's home alone, eight hours a day, five days a week. The man of the house would put the oldies station on the cable before he and his wife headed out to their jobs each morning; I found myself lost there in bittersweet memories. Too many songs were ones I could remember my mother singing along with in the car; although they were still totally familiar to me, they were strangely unrecognizable. Several of them brought tears to my eyes; a couple of them had me practically sobbing. What struck me hardest was knowing that Mommy really meant it; she wasn't just mindlessly singing catchy tunes. Whatever.

This one took me back to Babe's Billiards; one of the regular old-timers would play that song every day, followed by this one, then this one. I heard that grouping so many times that I can hear any part of any of the three and have all of them overload my mind at once. Fun.

This one is a bonus overload that accompanies the previous three; thanks, Moe!

This one used to bug me; I believe I'm quite over it now.

This one got me thinking about how much things have changed since the Everly Brothers first recorded it. How quaint! Nowadays, the friends are all like, "Like, did you get any?"

This one you won't hear on the oldies station, but how romantic is that?

I apologize for inflicting my suffering on you.