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Lost in Love
A 30-day Series of Music Memories
When I was about seven, my mom had this fantastic record player in our family room. It had a built-in 8-track deck. On house-cleaning days, she would put on music nice and loud. Usually, she’d start cleaning on the opposite end of the house and work her way toward the music. Upon completion, she would sit down and enjoy a can of Pepsi poured into a glass over ice. I can still see her face when she’d take her first sip, squinting slightly at the crazy, exploding little carbonation bubbles only present for that first initial sip before they settle down.
My sister, four years younger than me, was often assigned to help me with dusting and general “put your things in your room” duties. What I remember most, though, is being sidetracked by the music. While mom was busy cleaning the entire house, we’d go all-out in our best-unskilled ballet–for entire albums of time.
My mom had a lot of records and 8-track tapes. Music was very common in our house, and a wide variety of it. Lost in Love by Air Supply stands out. Maybe it was the first song on the album? I can’t fully recall. I can recall that every song on that album was danceable, and we quickly learned all the words to sign along. We did thread-in some dusting with our super moves. Dance-dusting, maybe.
