Young Love!

I like coming to the library to use their computers and while doing so I listen to Y**T*** music. My genre is the R&B Soul music.

The oldies play and I look back in memory to the songs and some bring back real profound memories of a love I once had.

I remember crying my eyes out after Priscilla broke up with me and the song that was popular at that time. "Tears On My Pillow". Ha ha ha!!! I was so stupidly immature over that. My ex-best friend Pete stole her from me after I stole her from him. They were divorced in later years and I wonder where I would be of she had married me. I think that I would have been divorced from her too!

The music makes it's rounds and I remember the parties I played at with L'il Charlie and the Royal Mixtures. Songs like "Long Train Running" and the Los Angeles Police Officer whose wife would flirt with me because we played a lot of cop parties. Two bad things about this scenario. They lived down the street from me. And at the time he was the SWAT guy that was the sharp shooter. YABOS!!!! Even though I was actively playing here and there with babes that was definitely too close to home.

Then "Cocaine" plays and I remember my buddy Dakota crying in his sick bed when I brought him a radio to the rest home he was living at. For Dakota it was one too many babes, too much cocaine, too much liquor, too much fist fighting and just too much .... just name it and Dakota did it!!! Dakota was crying about his high school prom and that song was played over and over by the band!

I hear "Sabor a Mi" and I remember playing with Joe Alvarez and the Red Coats. The times he would want me to sing a song and he'd hand me his mic. I finally had to buy my own because Joe had horrendous breath that stunk his mic to high smells. Joe would sing with the mic right at his mouth and the sound system was bunk so his voice would come out staticky and garbled. In doing my songs I would keep a distance from the mic and that worked perfectly. Joe would ask why I sounded better and Paul the sax player would tell him stand away. Joe would answer, "but that's the way Frank Sinatra does it"!! Paul would retort, "How does Micky Rooney do it"!!! We'd choke laughing and laughing.

Joe's dad would get crazily drunk and by 11 pm he would be making the band sound like blazes. In the old days the piano player played a real piano. So all Joe's dad would take to the gig was a cushion to relieve his sore buns from sitting on the piano bench. When he'd get drunk he would forget his cushion and the next time we played that hall he would find it and rejoice like it was a wallet full of cash he had lost!

Rufus Thomas comes on with "Walking the Dog" and it immediately reminds me of the bar girl at "El Tentacion" bar that would get down and crawl around like a dog. That band was "Sabu". If your old enough to remember there were films about a young boy that lived in a jungle named Sabu. Our leader looked like Sabu so he was named that moniker!

Then for some dang reason I wonder about my personal feelings and the songs that "seemed" to have carved my outlook on life and love. I think I was too much into the lyrics and the dreams those lyrics created. I think how foolish I was about life. But I think music pretty much forms a young persons images of love so I wasn't so different after all.

Tonite I will have a beer and celebrate music and all the songs I love to hear over and over again!!!