I started to scan a baby picture of myself and post it. But, I decided not to.
I could do it. I have a scanner. Or, I could just scan any of the baby pictures of my 4 sons and post that.
Carbon copies of Yours Truly at birth.
Bless their hearts.
But naw, I was goofing around on The Facebook, and there was this deal about "The #1 Song When You Were Born." I looked at it, and you have to take one of their special offers in order to find out what the #1 song was on the day you were born.
But, I was curious. So, I did me a quick The Gooble Search©, and found The Billboard Hot 100 #1 tunes for 1959 on Wickedpedia.
There's some good ones in there, too. I love "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes," and "Stagger Lee." I really like "Stagger Lee." Always have.
It got me to thinking about how maybe we get "marked" as little babies by the sounds we hear.
I fast-forwarded down the page to the actual date of my birth (September 5, 1959), and find that "The Three Bells," by Jim Ed, and The Browns was #1 when Mom was pooping me out.
← Click on it.
I've always loved that song. But even more so the #1 song that came behind it. Santo & Johnny's "Sleepwalk" is quite possibly my favorite instrumental of all time. I got to thinking that there is a great likelihood that Mom took me home from the horsesplittle, and played the radio all day. In fact, I'm sure she did.
I remember as a little kid that the pop radio station (KEEL 710) played all day. When Daddy got home from work (or a couple of minutes before), she'd switch it over to KWKH 1130 (Daddy was a country fan).
Anyway, I'm pretty sure these songs got seared into my brain in the infantile stage...and I doubt that I will ever forget one word, or one chord.
Hmmmm...never really much thought about it before. Now it all makes sense.
Anyway, a couple of YouTube videos. Y'all might not want to look at them, but I'm posting them so I can find them easier in the future.
Y'all have a good evening!
And just for some further enjoyment...
Dr. Les Paul...
2 days ago