I was intending to do a post tonight about the death that I heard about yesterday, of a musical figure from my childhood, when suddenly news broke of yet another such figure.
The first one was Judith Durham. One of my first musical memories is of my Mum singing the song Morningtown Ride by her group (The Seekers) to us when we were children. I’d be coming up to four then, so it would be around 1975.
Decades later I could recall some lines of the song but not its title or its singer, so with the help of Google one day when on a nostalgia trip (I take these trips often, I’m that kinda guy) I typed up the words and was immediately transported back to the house that we lived in until 1977. And that song led to others, each anchoring me further for a while in a place and time now gone.
Isn’t it wonderful how music can do that to you?
And now there’s more breaking news, but my memories are much clearer this time and so the sadness more acute.
Olivia Newton-John had passed away this morning. I guess she finally succumbed to her decades-long fight against cancer. I love her Jeff Lynne-penned hit Xanadu but my favourite of hers is Magic. And of course there was Grease when we were kids.
I don’t watch a lot of musicals but I’ve always had time to watch that one during the holidays.
You’re The One That I Want. What a finale.
‘Finale: the close or termination of something.’
That’s what the dictionary tells me. The close or termination of something. Some things survive, though. Somethings can be relived. Music and memories.
Rest easy, Sandy.