When I was a kid “nostalgia” was a word I heard plenty but could not use. Now I understand why.
Age favors nostalgia, gives it purpose.
It’s Sunday evening in Austria and the pop radio station runs their “Solid Gold” show of oldies. Once tuned in I find it hard to turn it off. I am an oldie and solid. I love it.
My dear ones forgive me for singing along with every song.
Early on, the DJ played Kenny Rogers’ “The Gambler” and yes, I sang every word in the right intonation. “‘Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser, and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep…”
Matt Bianco – “More Than I Can Bear”? Cause to dance the length of the kitchen up and down, indeed. So smooth. Just like that I am transported back to 1987, terribly young and alive.
Pete Seeger, “Against The Wind”. I am a child of the 70s. “I’m older now but still runnin’ against the wind…”
Red wine and chocolate, a Sunday evening winding down. I understand why my parents preferred to hear their soggy soft jazz in the car. That was chill out music. It’s what I want to hear now. I have become my parents and nostalgia is a word I can use.