And the three men I admire mostDon McLean: American Pie
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Music can evoke powerful memories. I read that the music we like as adults is the music we were listening to when we went through puberty. That would explain my like for 1970’s rock. As I write this, the song “Take the Long Way Home” by Supertramp is streaming on my computer. I saw them in concert a few months before I left on my mission in 1976. I also was able to squeeze in an Eagles concerts a month before I left. This was before they did Hotel California. That came out during my mission, and today every time I hear it, I’m taken back to laying on a bed in Chile listening to Hotel California with a little cassette tape player, from a tape I’d confiscated from a newly arrived missionary from the States, telling him is was not approved music! (Being a District leader had its privileges. I later gave it back and told him not to listen to it.)
I’ve written before that I tear up easy, and cry when something touches me. The song “American Pie” by Don Mclean recently brought a tear to my eye when I listened to this rendition by the a cappella group Free, with Don himself lending a hand with the vocals. Click here to listen on youtube.
Even if you are not old like me you need to listen to this (and remember that there are only voices, no musical instruments). Why did it bring a tear to my eye? Was it the Holy Ghost testifying of the truthfulness of this song, or did He take the last train for the coast? Was it because it took me back to my high school cafeteria, with it playing on the juke box in 1972? Is this a song that would be frequently played in a honky-tonk?
What role has music played in your life?
What did you think of the song?