A Little History About My Momoo
Mama was a 70’s girl. A long haired classically trained pianist, a college girl, who was lucky enough to grow up around the likes of Billy Joel, Elton John, Christine McVie, Carole King, and Stevie Wonder, among countless bands and artists who truly knew their instruments. I was raised in a household filled with aging yellowed sheet music falling apart at the seams teamed with 70’s gems like Your Mama Don’t Dance from Loggins and Messina and Wishing You Were Here from Chicago. Mama knew her music. No matter how many times I begged her to play the theme to the Pink Panther or Midnight Cowboy, she played it because she knows what an indelible mark music leaves on a heart.
A few years back, she gifted me with all of the 70’s music she’d collected over the years in cd form and I really cannot think of a single gift before or since that has meant more to me and that keeps giving like that music. Nothing has the capacity to take you back to a memory as quickly and easily as hearing a song you once listened to a million memories ago back home dancing around your mother’s piano. Thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of the music-filled soul you helped create mom. ~Love, me.