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30 Days of Music: Day 29
Feb. 12th, 2011 03:35 pmA Song From My Childhood
When I was a kid, I absolutely adored Billy Preston. My mom had his album, Everybody Likes Some Kind of Music and I don't know if it was that the cover of it was so colorful, or that the picture of Billy Preston showed him giving a big, goofy thumbs up, or that he looked like he could have been one of my parents' friends, or that he looked sort of like he should have been on Mr. Roger's or Sesame Street, but there was something that appealed to me, even beyond the music. My favorite song off that record was "Space Race," and I often requested that she play it on weekends when I was home from school. The song was just so full of life, and goofiness and energy -- sort of like the album cover. Plus, it was about a space race, which made me imagine spaceships flying through the stars, each trying to beat the other to some sort of finish line. Or something like that. I just know I loved that song, and each time I hear it I think of warm Saturday afternoons in the spring, after the Saturday morning's cartoons were over, when that song would play, and everything in the world seemed to be just perfect right at that very moment so that I'd want to curl up inside it as if it were a warm, snuggly blanket and drift off to sleep in its sweet, downy comfort.
When I was a kid, I absolutely adored Billy Preston. My mom had his album, Everybody Likes Some Kind of Music and I don't know if it was that the cover of it was so colorful, or that the picture of Billy Preston showed him giving a big, goofy thumbs up, or that he looked like he could have been one of my parents' friends, or that he looked sort of like he should have been on Mr. Roger's or Sesame Street, but there was something that appealed to me, even beyond the music. My favorite song off that record was "Space Race," and I often requested that she play it on weekends when I was home from school. The song was just so full of life, and goofiness and energy -- sort of like the album cover. Plus, it was about a space race, which made me imagine spaceships flying through the stars, each trying to beat the other to some sort of finish line. Or something like that. I just know I loved that song, and each time I hear it I think of warm Saturday afternoons in the spring, after the Saturday morning's cartoons were over, when that song would play, and everything in the world seemed to be just perfect right at that very moment so that I'd want to curl up inside it as if it were a warm, snuggly blanket and drift off to sleep in its sweet, downy comfort.
