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September 27, 2002
One of our other "Diary Dads" wrote recently that he felt old listening to the music of today. I relate, I told him. There has always been music I didn't like, but still, I used to be the one other people called the police about. Now I'm the one calling for law enforcement to quiet down my building because I can't sleep while the sampled bass beat of some old song reverberates in my walls. What goes around....
HEY, THAT OLD STUFF ISN'T 'MY' MUSIC!
Even my music has betrayed my aging. Note the phrase "my music." Sad to say that I have lived long enough that "my music" can now be heard on golden oldie stations, in elevators and television commercials, even downloaded onto cell phone ringers. Cripes. Many of the people in "my bands" are dying of old age now, rather than the deleterious debauchery in which they live. How could they betray me this way?
TV ADDS INSULT TO INJURY
Television music is another culprit in the exposing of age. MASH, Cheers, Peanuts, even Northern Exposure...not only the programs, but the very strains of the music can produce a lump in the throat sometimes.
BONDING TO ST-TNG
While Jordan and I may not watch those shows together, we do seem to be developing some sort of bond with Star Trek-The Next Generation. The intro and outro of the program--complete, of course--with music, are fascinating to Jordan. I think they remind him of his Baby Einstein tapes, with huge blocks of color and contrasts and classical-sounding music. From the first strain of the music, Jordan is there. Stops doing what he's doing, throws his head around to find the television, and remains transfixed till the music and credits are over. It's amazing.
What will he think about these shows in ten years? Will he still enjoy watching the reruns as much as I still do? Will I still be able to stomach the 50th time I watch the one where Picard is captured by the Borg, or Troi loses her Betazoid senses?
MUSICAL CHAPTERS SEGMENT LIFE
Music begins and ends chapters in our lives. Recognizing the beginnings and endings of those chapters brings happines and comfort when they start, then sadness and melancholy when they end.
The early chapters in the lives of our children go by way too fast. Not two months ago, Jordan was only beginning to take tentative steps, one or two at a time. Now it's routine for him to walk across the room, and he's trying his skills with climbing and running, too. The chapter where he learned to walk is over, gone, finito, living only in pictures and memories. Happily, with Jordan--and with some books and movies--there is always another chapter to look forward to. What it might be, we have only to wait.
REMEMBER WHEN WOLFGANG USED TO JAM UP AT THE CASTLE?
I hope Jordan and I will be able to look back with some fondness at the parts of ourselves lost forever in our linear view of time, back when we would watch Star Trek-The Next Generation because the beginning had vivid blues in it and the music was eerie. And I hope I get over the feeling of being old just because I hear a song from my youth. Shoot, we both listen to Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, etc. What are they? Three hundred years old? At least I don't remember when they first came out, as near as I can recall.
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