Sounds Of HappyA Poem by Richard MI have always loved music since I was so, so young. In those days, it was so calming to me and have loved it since. My days are music and such a delight!
From earliest days the music played, ‘Switched on Bach’ filling the Air with notes dancing in serenade, a little kid with not a care, my senses awaken to a different sound, a thing that brought me calm, music was my relax, like a healing balm. I was all of four back then, but from a comfy chair was lost in a turntable heaven, music could take me anywhere.
Reel to reels, those sixties sounds, words of Warwick and Bacharach, from audio cassette to Countdown and all my favourite tracks. LP vinyls spinning round, the tunes of Brubeck, Tijuana and Seekers, with music all else was in background, listening through homemade speakers. Refreshingly good times old and the sounds of Joel since age nine, a lifetime of his music to unroll and those times to forever shine!
An identity now all my own with Beatles, Wonder, Sayer, names to roll, the seed of music forever sown, always enriching soul. Glory days of spools and tape, all twisted, pencils taking up slack, a myriad tunes my heavenly escape and now memories in flashback! Music I loved was ELO, with orchestral strings of violin and cello, The Cars, Hughie and his news, forget your Jazz, forget your Blues.
Recording from radio my favourite songs with tape recorder up close, sounds for which a young heart longs, the sounds that mattered most. Clicks and static, background din, music was my engross, if someone made a noise or spoke they got words in heavy dose!
The 80’s came the music played, each song emotions oozing in notes and feelings conveyed, thoughts and memories musing. My favourite bands Bananarama, Hall and Oats were my enjoy, definitely tonic for any drama back when I was a boy.
Friday nights that Aussie Crawl, bands, night life hum, bars and clubs in teenage sprawl and beats of a younger drum. Bourbon & Coke my poison then, sticky carpets, others cigarette smoke, days I remember when I was quieter than other folk.
Woven through the years that country thing with truth, sincerity real, in every line honesty’s ring and with each touch emotions revealed. Still in my heart the music plays in my mind and soul, wherever I go, whatever I do, music is bound to follow.
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5 Reviews Added on July 20, 2018 Last Updated on July 31, 2018 Tags: Music, happiness, good times AuthorRichard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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