My idea of "oldies songs" and my daughter’s ideas are so predictable that I have to laugh. Then, of course, I go through the self-examination of just how old I am and the laughter gets quieter. (Not that I need music to bring that point home, my aching back and creaky knees work even better.)
My 5th grade daughter presented her speech on Whitney Houston in class today and used the term “oldies music”. The teacher and I laughed. He said he needs to start playing some Buddy Holly to help the kids really know “oldies music”. Their groans made me laugh.
I read an article the other day that clothes from the ‘80’s are considered vintage. And I’m talking the 1980’s! What?!? If only I had saved my turtle necks with the little whales all over them, or my Calvin Klein’s with the zippers at the ankles. (I could never fit into those flippin’ jeans! Darn you Brooke Shields!)
When my daughters get home from school I think I’ll create our own little juke box and play a little Elvis and Bobby Darin. I’m sure they’ll laugh at first, but they just might get into it. Who knows.