I came from a small town where dancing and what they called wild music was just not allowed. I mentioned before though that this Boomer is a free spirit. Remember those little transistor radios back in the day. Well you could see me at any time with one in my hip pocket. Of course the hip had to be turned just the right way to get the music to come in clear from the radio station. Oh and dancing in the small town was just a big no but I had the beat.
On a hot summer day you could catch me listening to some great hits. I would sing “I’m Sorry” by Brenda Lee at the top on my lungs and couldn’t sing a lick as the old country saying goes. Then there was Wild Thing, When A Man Loves a Women, and Papa’s Gotta Brand New Bag. Yes, and don’t get me started on Heat Wave, Sugar, Sugar and Save The Last Dance for Me.
Little did I know that my all time favorite “Harper Vally P.T.A by Jeanne C. Riley would become my early wild boomer life. Those hot pants and Go Go boots were my thing. I worked hard and played hard and oh did I love to dance. I would dance with my broom while cleaning house or dance the night away when out on the town or by then it was the city.
Then along came the song Ride the White Pony and my disco dancing could clear a dance floor any time. If possible I would stay on a dance floor and close the place down. They talk about running for exercise in today’s world but I am here to tell you back in the day, I danced for exercise!
Years were passing so I had to change my style. I met up with a band leader and turned COUNTRY. Now can you believe those apples. I have sat with Chuck Berry at one of the places he owned and listened to him get a crowd roaring. I was on a roll now and switched again. This time it was Two stepping, country waltz, the 10 step and Cotton eyed Joe just to mention a few country dances. Don’t let me get started on dancing to that all time great hit, Ride Sally Ride. OH my, Oh my those were the days of music and dancing.
Then that thing called middle age started to creep up on me and I found my self sitting on a bar stool listening to “The Queen of the Silver Dollar by Dayle Holly.” That did it! I had to grow up. Now that does not mean that I stopped listening to music nor did I stop dancing. It just means I changed my way of life. Maybe you could say maturity hit me or maybe I just needed to try something else like meditation music, easy listening,Christian rock, blues and jazz. I even listened to a little Opera but that night will not be repeated. It is great music but just not my THANG!
So here I sit today remembering back to Chicago, Three Dog Night, The Beatles and the list goes on and on. Those tunes will never leave my head and I can still pat my foot any old time. Yes sirree, those Boomer days were some great times. Let’s keep on rocking and rolling because the Band Stand Group is not over yet!