7:00 am EEST (GMT+3). This is the May 30 2020 daily proof of life post. This morning I’m putting on classic soul music and thinking about racism. What a fun way to start Saturday.
Seriously, independent of what’s happening in the news I was thinking about how racist my family was when I was growing up. Not outwardly, of course. Well, not often. Mostly on the inside, and via microaggressions. I remember thinking it was weird then, and it’s weird now.
I got to this head space when I was picking music. When I was growing up I thought I listened to rock and roll. I’m talking about when I was about age 8 to 10 here, maybe a little younger or older. The radio station I listened to billed itself as a rock station, after all. It wasn’t. There were no Beatles, no Stones, no Doors or Hendrix. I discovered all of that later.
At some point I think I had an epiphany that they were a Top 40 station. That impression came later, when I learned what Top 40 programming was and realized the station ran Casey Kasem on the weekends. Even that wasn’t correct, though. Casey played songs that weren’t in the normal rotation for the station.
What I really grew up listening to was soul. I learned the name for the genre when I accidentally found Soul Train while flipping channels one Saturday afternoon. No one ever said that word in my presence, not in my house or on the radio. Before that, I did overhear what my family called it behind my back.
My grandmother listened to gospel, country, and Lawrence Welk, in that order. She was not a fan of my musical tastes. I’m Stone in Love With You, by The Stylistics. Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get, by The Dramatics. Treat Her Like a Lady, by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose. Good stuff. Looking back I realized that she would often find other things for me to do when I’d settled in to listen to the radio. Records would occasionally disappear.
I had no idea what the bands and singers looked like. It was radio, so I couldn’t see who was performing. I didn’t care. It was good music, and that’s all that mattered.
May 30 2020 Daily Proof of Life Post
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