If it didn’t sound so grand, I would say that I’d had an epiphany. For, I truly had no idea that there were still songs being written today that were not only melodic, but came equipped with lyrics you could understand and that did not appear to have been copied off a bathroom wall.
Driving to and from tennis today, I heard about an hour’s worth of songs, and never heard anything about pimps and hos and killing cops. Instead, I heard love songs about husbands and wives, and celebrations of fathers, mothers and even siblings. Hard to believe, but in 2008, there are people busy writing and singing songs in tribute to grandparents, to teachers who made a difference, to soldiers and even, if you can believe it, to America.
There are songs, too, about unrequited love, about friends who have passed and about spiritual redemption. There is currently even a clever and touching song in which a grown-up is writing a letter to his 17-year-old self in which he tries to reassure the boy that even though it seems like the end of the world because his girl friend has dumped him, things will eventually turn out just fine, although he understands that for kids that age, it’s awfully hard “to see past next Friday.”
Many older people lament that life in these United States has gone to heck in a hand basket, and they long for the good old days when friends and family seemed to matter more, when people married and stayed married to their high school sweethearts, and when loving your country wasn’t dismissed as a cornball emotion.
Well, I’m here to tell you that the old days aren’t entirely dead and gone. They’re actually alive and well, and as I recently told Gary, you’ll find them on your FM dial.