From my Philco radio, 1972
In college, I listened a lot to Mott the Hoople—and the Kinks. Saw the latter there (at UCI). School Boys in Disgrace!
On Xmas Eve, my bro's kids came in, like a land invasion. Soon, Adam played jazz on one of the old guitars—God, he's good!—and Sarah played Mozart on the shitty, old piano. The twins—they were rocking' some Hershey's chocolate, feet tapping, eyes darting.
Natalie had forgotten to bring her sax. Dang!
Yeah, from the two ends of the old Bauer homestead, Adam and Sarah played—mostly at the same time! Noisy but good. Even Ma smiled, eyes closed, in her wheel chair in the corner.
At one point, out of the blue, Sarah started playing Bohemian Rhapsody, and even Jan noticed and strained to hear.
Magic filled the house. I felt that, somehow, we had all somehow converged on 1975, my 1975, when I listened (much too closely) to Mott the Hoople—and, yes, even to Freddie M. and the boys.
An' these kids! They're just full of surprises!
Long live rock & Xmas Eve
Memphis, 1975 - another favorite musical moment in time; Big Star's 3rd
Everybody, it seems, loves BR, one way or another
