Mom raised me on a mix of swing from her own teen years, and easy listening that she would tune the radio to while doing housework. Somehow both managed to burrow into me, despite my own teen years being pop rock (bubblegum they used to call it), psychedelica, a little metal, and…classical. The result being my iPod library is a very strange mix of stuff. One minute it’s Metalica, the next it’s Glenn Miller, then it’s Rachmaninov, and then before you know it, it’s Jackie Gleason’s Music For Lovers Only. And while I will readily admit to liking big band swing, since is has respect these days too, easy listening is still a secret shame (this blog gets next to no traffic so I can confess anything I want!). It’s a tradition. Mom’s boy does his own housework to it now.

I’m bringing this up because an easy listening tune I haven’t played or heard in ages got itself wedged into my brain yesterday and it’s still on heavy rotation somewhere in my brain and I have no idea why. Or maybe I do. The listless minutes of retirement have a way of making you aware of things whether or not you want to see them.

This is it. Seriously I haven’t played or heard this in years and it just popped in there yesterday and now it seems to be stuck. My apologies in advance. I should go do some housework now…