Last Night the DJ Saved My Life

I’ve just spent several nights at my parents’ house in my childhood bedroom while I was in town for work. I always find interesting things packed away in my room when I go home – my college application, an unused box of wedding invitations, my senior thesis, diaries filled with angst about boys whose faces and last names I can’t even remember, yearbooks, mile swim patches, and lots of great pictures.

But this visit I found the mother lode – my collection of 45 RPM records. I guess I always had wide-ranging musical interests, because it is an extremely eclectic collection. Most of these I bought myself with my own money, although some were gifts and one was a fantastic prize. I have such great memories of putting the adaptor piece onto the record player and listening to them in my room one after the other, most of the time singing along very loudly with Chick.

Here’s a sampling:

Waltz Across Texas – my first Ernest Tubb record given to me by my Daddy
Puttin’ On The Ritz – Taco
Safety Dance – Men Without Hats
Ebony & Ivory – McCartney and Wonder
Nobody – Sylvia; Never Been to Me – Charlene; ’65 Love Affair; and Mickey (bought this great group all at one time)
9 to 5 – Dolly Parton
Owner of A Lonely Heart – YES (won this for winning a dance contest with a really cute boy at cotillion – never had liked this song until then)

And to top it all off: Push It – Salt-n-Pepa