Remembering

Dad and I serve on the West Bountiful Arts Council. We do good things for the community. One of the best is a free concert the 2nd Friday of every month, featuring local talent. Last Friday the performer was Mike Murphy. (How many of you took guitar from him at Viewmont?) This was an encore performance for him. He was our very first concert and we didn't quite know what we were doing then, so we invited him back 11/2 yrs. later.

He sings a lot of original songs and accompanies himself on the guitar. Friday night he used a vocalizer. He pushes a button with his foot and suddenly his voice is singing two parts in harmony. The vocalizer follows the guitar chords. It was so cool.

Anyway, he sang a lot of his songs and then a lot of John Denver. We used to play John Denver all the time. The first one he sang was Grandma's Feather Bed. Memories flooded. I could see you kids running around in the living room, singing "nine feet high, ten feet wide, soft as a downy chick." I also remembered all the times we piled on our waterbed and watched Mash, or whatever else. Somewhere in the house there is a picture of a lot of us on the bed. If I can find it, I'll post it.

We listened to Neil Sedaka ("OOH, I hear laughter in the rain, walkin' hand in hand with the one I love") and Helen Reddy a lot ("I am woman, hear me roar"). Especially when we lived in the apartment while we were building this house. I can't find those albums, though. I found a ring tone of Dave Matthews' "Ants Marching." I'm tempted. Guess my tastes have expanded.