We live in a digital music age. We have ipods filled with songs from itunes. Anyone can get any song at anytime. There is virtually no more wishing you could hear a song or wishing you could buy a CD. If you think of a song it can be at your fingertips in seconds.
At least this is what I have heard. I am stuck in the equivalent of a music time warp. I have no ipod. I don't use itunes or any of its cousins. I have never even burned my own CD, although I have many in my possession. I don't have satellite radio in my truck either. I am still listening to the FM radio. I am one notch above Adam Sandler's goat who was tied to the truck with a three foot rope and listened to the AM radio.
While all the new technology is fine and good, I was reminded today of a musical joy that future generations will miss out on. That is the joy found when the radio unexpectedly plays one of your favorite songs. There is little that lifts my spirits like hearing one of my old favorites on the radio. It feels like you won a prize. This was certainly the thing of legends on road trips. Surely most people my age had some time when you were off to untold mischief and a great song added to your fun.
That happened to a bunch of my friends and I once on a road trip to various parts of the state. Right before this uplifting song came on the radio one of my friends had called his parents. They weren't home so he left a message. We later found out that he did not hang up the phone because his sister heard our entire drunken rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine" on their parents answering machine.
So children of today you can have your instantaneous music. I will stick to my prehistoric memories of excited youth belting out a little G 'n R just because we felt so blessed by the radio gods. Sometimes in life it is the smallest things that can bring a smile to my face.
Today it was the Eagles.