Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Musical firsts

Flipping stations in the car got me to thinking about music, again.

I remember saving my allowance and purchasing my two first record albums when I was in the fifth grade. I bought the self-titled Boston album and the Muppet Movie soundtrack. Quite the combination, I must say. I think Michael Jackson's Off the Wall album was next followed by numerous K-tel compilations. I loved those things.

Then, a year or two later I got a jambox with a dual cassette player - oooohhh, ahhhhhh - that was before I got the vertical turntable stereo with dual cassette player. Man, I was sooo ultramodern and cool.

My first cassette purchase was Working Class Dog by Rick Springfield. I really liked him, too. I had Rick Springfield posters, teen magazine pull-outs, you name it - everywhere. I saw him in concert three or four times. I lived for Rick Springfield. One of my best guy friends in junior high used to piss me off by calling him Prick Springfield. I chased that boy around at break numerous times for that one.

My first car was a sweet 1972 Monte Carlo with an 8-track player in it. I had some Beatles, Elvis and Paul McCartney 8-tracks. Of course, I wrecked that car after only a week of having a driver's license. It could haul some serious ass.

My first CD wasn't until I was in college. Uzz and I bought a $300 CD player. Nothing to it. Just a single CD player, but we were cutting-edge. Poor college students, but we got it. Our first CD purchase - a greatest hits compilation of The Rolling Stones. Unfortunately, that CD went to Uzz along with numerous other CDs.

Music has always been a big part of my life. I remember many things by what music I was listening to at the time. A friend of mine in high school was involved in a car accident that killed another student I went to school with. My friend, TO, told me that Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins from Top Gun was playing on the radio after the crash. He remembered listening to it while waiting for the firefighters to get him out of the car. That has always stuck with me. I lost my virgininty while the Beastie Boys' Licensed to Ill cassette was playing. I gave birth to my first born while an Elton John song from The Lion King was playing on the radio. It was Can You Feel the Love Tonight. I can't listen to that song or watch that movie without crying because I remember that baby's birth so vividly.

If I ever hear a particular Van Morrison song, it makes me cry for my failed marriage. We talked about playing that song at the wedding, but opted against it. Ave Maria does the same thing. It is such a beautiful song, but it reminds me of one of my failings, but it also reminds me that God forgives us for our mistakes.

John Denver songs remind me of my mom. She always loved him. Certain Christmas songs bring back very strong memories, too. Some old country songs make me think of my dad. Songs like Okie from Muskogee, Spiders and Snakes and anything Statler Brothers or Oakridge Boys are songs my dad always liked. He was a Marty Robbins fan, too. But, the strongest of those is the music of Herb Albert (or Alpert? not sure) and the Tijuana Brass. I actually bought a cassette of that I found at a thrift store and listened to it several times before giving it to my dad. When I was a little girl, my dad coached my softball team and he would take his old pick up and roll down the windows, open the doors and crank up the Tijuana Brass in his 8-track player while we practiced. Cracks me up. I can hum every tune off that old tape even today - 30 years later!

Godsmack and Nickelback both remind me of Army of Dad. Ironically enough, so does Brad Paisley and Tim McGraw. There is one Tim McGraw song that makes me cry every time I hear it because it has some special thoughts about AoD. And, of course, when I hear Nine Inch Nails' I want to F you like an animal; well it provides me with naughty memories of AoD.

Nelly's song, Hot in Herre, makes me think of being pregnant with Stinkerbelle. Honestly, whenever that song came on the radio, her little fetal-being would dance a jig. She loved it. She also liked a No Doubt song, but I can't remember the name of it. In utero, Hot Rod liked it when I read to Pickle. He especially liked The Cat in the Hat. That always got him going. But, he is a big music fan, too. He likes classical and Tejano music the best. So strange.

We have very ecletic music tastes in our family. I can go from Eminem to Kenny Chesney with no problem. Elvis to Chevelle. If I like it, I like it. Lately, I'm on the oldies kick preferring Rupert Holmes and David Bowie to Three Doors Down and Linkin Park these days. But, I will still flip around on the radio stations and listen to all of it. I love music.


  • At 11:07 AM, January 29, 2005, Blogger Uzz said…

    This is like getting my dream board on Jeopardy! Music has also always been central to things in my life. I can still remember getting my first record...a gift...Bob Dylan's "Highway 61 Revisited"...I was the coolest 5-6 year old!! The first album I ever bought for myself was "Wings: At the Speed of Sound" and I wore it out. My youth was filled with days of mowing lawns and then riding my skateboard to the local Eckerds, which was my record store, and buying different Beatles albums along with stuff like Styx's "Cornerstone" and Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon.

    I also remember the albums and cassettes that were gifted to sister Deb bought me Cheap Trick's "Live at Budokan" in 1979 and she also bought me Pink Floyd's "The Wall" and the Beatles "Magical Mystery Tour". Later, with the advent of cassettes, she bought me my first cassette player and three cassettes..."Candy-O" by the Cars, "Eat to the Beat" by Blondie and "Dream Police" from Cheap Trick...I remember it like it was yesterday! My brother introduced me to Heart, the Flying Burrito Brothers, Led Zepplin and Aerosmith. My mother influenced me also...I still love to hear songs from Jim Reeves, Patsy Cline, Roger Miller and all the old cowboy singers from yesteryear. That love of OLD country makes me appreciate the work of modern alt-country-rockers Wilco, Whiskeytown, Uncle Tupelo and others today! Thanks mom!

    As I got older I got increasingly obscure...I was into Joy Division, New Order, Depeche Mode, Siouxie & the Banshees and the Clash while friends of mine would say, "what the hell are you listening to", only to be listening to them a year later:-)

    One of the main reasons I fell for AoM in the "courtin" days was the fact that she had the Replacements "Pleased to Meet Me" in her tape collection! We also shared an affinity for U2, INXS and numerous other 80s "new wave" bands.

    As for the $300 cd player...I got that for Christmas and besides the Stones collection, we also got Big Country's somewhat obscure "Peace in Our Time". I came down with the flu that night after work ( a record store) and barely got to enjoy the music. I got up the next day took a Contact cold pill and drove to AoM's parent's house for Christmas, where her dad gave me some Nyquil (on top of the Contact) and I managed to sleep for about 72 hours straight. As much as we got along musically, music was also the source of consternation...she hated a Sonic Youth song about Karen Carpenter and I think she hated The The's "Mind Bomb"...maybe it was just my concert shirt.

    Yes...I got the Stones cd, but she got the Steely Dan cd, which was a crushing blow! Its funny...Van Morrison has the same effect on me, but I also always think of AoM everytime I hear Hall & Oates or INXS...she LOVED them! I still get emotional when I hear that Elton John song from the Lion was the soundtrack to the SINGLE GREATEST moment of my life...the birth of my awesome mini-Uzz (aka Pickle).

    I now have a collection that sits around 3500 cds and it may be the most eclectic thing you ever witness. Add those to the 8000 mp3s and you get the picture...I am an addict. One minute I am listening to the indie cool Wrens, Sea & Cake or Royksopp...the next minute its Steely up its Ryan Adams or his Whiskeytown...then its on to the greatness of Coldplay...mix in a little Junior Brown, Helmet, Rage Against the Machine and Yo La Tengo and its a party!!!

    Seriously...if you are ever stumped about a song, just know that you have someone to come to...I am a walking, breathing, talking encyclopedia of useless music knowledge...poor AoM can attest to that much:-)

    I will stop before I start talking about the ENDLESS concerts I have seen, that is for another day!


  • At 10:07 AM, February 01, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Ah ... memories ... light the corners of my mind.

    Misty water colored memories .....

    Or should I break out with:

    I like big butts and I cannot lie ...

    or maybe ... that girl is poison, never trust a big butt and a smile. Yeah, that's it.


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