Back in the day, when my family drove an unfashionable Ford Aerostar mini-van and when we all lived under the same roof, those were the golden days when my siblings and I didn’t have adult-y appointments to interfere with the regularly scheduled, family, beach vacation. Those were also the days when we listened to my dad’s extensive cassette tape collection. A tradition, which I insisted upon, was to play the Beach Boys on our way to the beach. My dad would extrapolate on the history of the Beatles as “Hey Jude” blared out from the tape player which was always propped up in the middle seat.
|I was going through a tom-boy phase–I was also, apparently, against the use of sunblock.|
I’ve started to return to some of those old-school, classics. My renewed interest may be in part due to my fascination with swing dancing, but I think it is also due to the nostalgia creeping up on me as packing off to college becomes more and more a reality.
Here are some of my favorites:
- “Under The Boardwalk” by The Drifters
- “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra
- “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles
- “Lean on Me” Bill Withers
- “Son of a Preacher Man” Dusty Springfield