Music and my youth

Never come between a girl and her music!

Never come between a girl and her music!

I woke up today thinking of songs from my childhood. My father was musical, playing trumpet and French horn. He loved jazz and classical music - especially Beethoven. Most of the music I love is rooted in these art forms. 

I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. Lots of ballads, lots of instrumentation. Bands were big. Hair was big. Moustaches were big. The music was ambitious. There was much to respect, even with songs I didn’t care for, like American Pie or California Girls. 

My boy band was the Jackson 5.  My first concert was at the Apollo Theatre. The Sylvers were playing. The first album I brought for myself was Brother to Brother by Gino Vannelli. The last concert I saw was Gino Vannelli at Domaine Forget in Saint Irénée, Charlevoix, in Quebec, (or maybe it was Tuck & Patti in Boston???)

 Here’s a playlist with some of my early favorites.  I hope you enjoy listening as much as I enjoyed putting it together!