Spring and summer were still weeks away, although summer seems to permanently exist here in Florida. But still…
I was sitting in the lanai making notes on developing and writing and publishing a blog about music and the importance of Connie Francis. We had just been to the beach and my head was full of Beach Boy songs. I asked Alexa to play a few more when we returned home. But, I knew there was more to summer and sand music then Brian Wilson & Company. Out of the blue it came to me. I stopped making notes and picked up my iPhone and went straight to Spotify. There they were. I downloaded (or is it uploaded?) several songs by Connie Francis. I sat back and played Where The Boys Are. Her sweet alto voice rising and falling stopped me in my tracks. This was the music of my youth, those halcyon days of bikes, pools and buzzing cicadas.
Where the boys are, where the boys are, someone waits for me…♫
I look around me. I’m fourteen again. My towel is damp from three hours in the pool. I sit on the steps of my childhood home and talk to my neighbor Craig:
“What do you wanna do today?”
“I dunno, what do you want to do?”
“Beats me, what do you want to do?” Our days were carefree and full of Beach Boys, Tommy Sands, Neil Sedaka and Connie Francis.
In the crowd of a million people, I’ll find my valentine…♫
Our thoughts turned to the movies: “Let’s go to the movie tonight,” Craig would suggest. “They’re showing “Beach Blanket Bingo”. This was just after “How To Stuff a Wild Bikini” ran for two weeks. Before that the marquee read: “Dr. Goldfoot” (I’m not making this up.). The next feature was slated to be “Muscle Beach Party”. One could get a shoe full of sand just watching these classics. Many starred Frankie Avalon or Tommy Kirk and, of course Annette Funicello. All the guys around our age, and I suspect a few fathers just adored Annette as a star of the Mickey Mouse Club. And its no wonder. Annette had the biggest…..head of black hair than any other Mousketeer.
And then I’ll climb to the highest steeple and tell the world he’s mine. ♫
Later in life, sad things befell Connie and Annette. It saddens me.
Thank you two ladies for some of the best music of my teenage years.
Now, sitting in the Florida warmth, the ceiling fan whirring above my head, I can feel a bit of the exuberance of youth. Even though I’ve come to fully accept the limitations of age, the pains, the aches, the regrets and the triumphs, I can still appreciate the songs written for the Young At Heart.
But that’s another story for another time. And besides, perhaps inside my worn body beats the heart of a hopeful young boy.
Thank you, Lord, for Spotify.
Love the Vibes!! Ah, Annette & Connie……..who didn’t love them? and their large ….head of black hair………..LOL
LOVE the summer songs, beach songs, etc. We love spending time at the beach……enjoy! You brought back a lot of memories!
Personally I didnt like those movies. Some of the songs were good. What a shame she turned out to be such a bigot. Paul Hughes