Good times... Great oldies

You know, I never understood the concept of oldies. I grew up wondering why people liked to listen to the same songs they had been listening to their entire lives. It always confused my little brain, but I do believe I have finally found some understanding. The good news: my mind is growing, my horizons broadening. The bad news: I'm old enough now to have some music be a nostalgic memory. That's right folks, I'm getting old! I suppose that could be the subject of a million other posts, so for today, we will simply focus on the music, shall we?

Right then... I was at work, just minding my own business and not harming anyone when all of a sudden, my coworker who enjoys playing music for all of us to suffer through started playing Enya. Now I know most of my reader base knows who Enya is because lets face it, most of you are family and dad used to play it all summer long. The other 5% of you may have no clue, but let me describe her for you. She sounds like how an ocean of smooth earthy tones would sound after eating five new age musicians and a elven princess.

So anyway, on comes Enya and for a moment, I was back in the library of my parents house. The windows were open with a summer breeze floating through. The dogs ran around, joyous in their youth and my dad was outside. I could see him walk by every now and again, working in the bright green grass. In the background you could hear a sewing machine as my mom worked on whatever project she had started. And me, I was wrapped up in Oregon Trail, listening to the music float around the house. Today, when I look back on those memories the simple song stirred, it almost feels like that song freezes time and wraps it up in a protective embrace where, for eternity, we all stay like that. All of us. In Enya's songs now, the dogs never grow old and die, the summer never ends, and I am lost, happy in my silly game where I always make a caravan full of all my 7th grade crushes and me. Luckily, the song doesn't bring back the memory that most all of said crushes died to some awful disease in the desert.