We all time travel through the use of music. When I
hear the Temptations, I’m in high school. Elvis evokes my Uncle Fred, who
slicked his hair back just like him. Any 80s music makes me think of my
daughter, and the 90s, my son. I have songs that bring memories of old friends
and past boyfriends. When my voice students sing Oh What a Beautiful Morning,
I’m riding the horse I used to own.
Opera transports me to my vocal concerts at Penn
State. With jazz, I’m singing Summertime in the dark bar where I played during
my brief foray as a single act. Joan Jett? I’m practicing with my all-girl
band, Susie Creamcheese, that never got off the ground.
You listen to music and you’re lost in time and
space. A forgotten song evokes tears, joy, or the memory of a long dead
relative.