I 
              grew-up in a 1950's neighborhood in Lincoln, Nebraska called Eastridge. 
               
            Our 
              house had a basement with a recreation room (more commonly called 
              the rec room). We had shuffleboard "triangles" inlaid 
              into the tiled basement floor and it provided occasional entertainment. 
              But the real fun was up the street at the Keister's.  
            There 
              were three Keister boys and their ages were within five years of 
              each other so it was easy for me to knock on their door and find 
              someone to play with. It was the 1960's and you would play with 
              friends, not hang out with friends.  
            Over 
              the years we ate alot of Valentino's pizza (2) 
              in the Keister rec room while we played pool and cards and board 
              games. 
           
         
        
        
        
         
           
            We 
              also played the phonograph...alot.  
            The 
              Keister rec room could have been accurately called "the social 
              center of the dateless" since most activities were a guy thing. 
              But we had fun with one of my distinct memories being the sound 
              of 45 RPM records playing on the RCA Victor record player that sat 
              in the corner of the room. 
           
         
         
           
            
              
            Dave 
              was the oldest Keister brother and he loved Doris Day and Petula 
              Clark. I can still hear him playing his 45 RPM of Downtown. 
               
           
         
         
          
         
        
         
           
            Doug 
              was the middle son and he also had a 45 RPM record of Downtown. 
              However, his was an Italian version of Downtown and playing 
              that record always seemed to irritate Dave...which is obviously 
              why Doug liked to play it. 
            Doug's 
              bedroom was in the basement where he had built what you would have 
              to call a monster sound system. He called it "The 
              Machine." The speakers were Voice of the Theatre,15 
              inch cones inside two huge speaker cabinets. Doug had made a large 
              control panel with switches and meters and lights and the whole 
              thing dominated the room.  
              
           
         
        
         
          The 
            Control Panel, circa 1966 
            
         
         
          We 
            use to kid Doug about that control panel because it seemed like most 
            of the buttons and lights didn't do anything. I also don't remember 
            the sound being as great as its size but he could crank it up, much 
            to the displeasure of his parents. The Yardbirds' I'm a Man 
            was always turned all the way up by Doug at the end of the song.  
          I 
            can still hear Mrs. Keister yelling down the staircase "Turn 
            down that music!" 
          Kim 
            was closest to my age and he had a quite a few 33 1/3 LPs (e.g., The 
            Association, Beatles, Beach Boys, Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, 
            etc.) and he played them on his Harman Kardon component stereo system 
            (the purchase of which is documented in Kim's FOTP 
            Memory of the Phonograph).  
            
         
        
        
        
        
        Reading 
          Look magazine and listening to Kim's Harman Kardon with Dave 
          Clark Headphones, circa 1966. 
        
         
          
          All 
            in all there was a variety of music heard in that basement: "de 
            gustibus non est disputandum" as the Romans would say (there's 
            no accounting for taste). (3) 
          But 
            if I was to name one song that I connect with those record playing 
            days it has to be the 45 RPM Red River Rock by Johnny and the 
            Hurricanes.  
           
              
              
           
         
        
        
         
          It's 
            a record that was played over and over, which may be one way to explain 
            how it's still embedded in my memory.  
         
         
            
            
          "You been playing 
            that SAME record ALL DAY!" Harvey, October 
            1970 
            
            
          "You kids musta 
            played that noisy record a million times!!" Kathy, August 
            1961 
            
         
         
          That 
            embedded sticking of a tune, often called an "earworm," 
            however doesn't have to be based on the number of times you hear a 
            song. Connections we make with certain songs can have many sources. 
             
         
        
         
          "Some one fed him 
            a phonograph record and now the tune keeps running through his 
            head." - Cartoon by T. 
            S. Sullivant, Life magazine 1924 
         
         
            
            
          Greeting Card, ©Hallmark, 
            c.2000 
            
         
         
          Television and radio 
            show theme songs are another source for 'tunes' getting stuck in heads. 
            Decades can pass and a few bars from the "William Tell Overture" 
            by Gioachino Rossini for many bring up memories of "The Lone 
            Ranger."  
         
        
            
          Frazz byy Jef Mallett, 
            The Lincoln Journal, April 22, 2024. 
            
         
         
          For 
            couples a song can be given special status, an Our 
            Song. This designation usually has romantic connotations but anyone, 
            like Archie's pal Jughead, can have a song that triggers memories 
            and can be called a "My Song." 
         
        
         
           
              
            The World of Jughead, 
              1963 
           
         
        
         
           
             Even with a loss of memory music 
              can still be remembered. Dr. Oliver Sacks writes in his book Musicophilia, 
              that “musical perception, musical sensibility, musical emotion and 
              musical memory can survive long after other forms of memory have 
              disappeared...Familiar music acts as a sort of Proustian mnemonic, 
              eliciting emotions and associations that had been long forgotten, 
              giving the patient access once again to mood and memories, thoughts 
              and worlds that had seemingly been completely lost.”  
            We 
              were a group of teen-age boys in the 1960's and Red River Rock 
              was just one of the records we played but hearing it decades later 
              still takes me 
              back to the Keister basement. 
            I 
              don't call Red River Rock a My Song or an Our Song 
              since there has been no co-designation about its significance. A 
              better term for me is to call it one of my "Time Travel Songs". 
            I'm 
              sure most people have many of those songs. 
             
              The Our Song Phenomenon - A Phonograph Recollection was written 
              because I 
              think it's interesting that certain songs take us to a time and/or 
              place even if we only 
              hear a few bars of the song. 
           
          
            And 
              as a Phonographian 
              it's also an opportunity to play, like a broken record, two of its 
              truisms: 
           
           
             
              The 
                Phonograph is an invention that began a social and popular culture 
                revolution of sound. 
              The 
                Phonograph and recorded sound created for each of us the "Best 
                seat in the house. Forever"© 
             
            
           
           
            On 
              December 6, take a moment and wish 
              Edison's Phonograph a Happy Birthday!  
            It's 
              a revolution still turning. 
              
           
          
         
         
           
             
              Trumpeting 
                the Revolution ©1990 Black Rock - Portraits on the Playa 
                by Douglas Keister  
             
             
                
             
              
            Listen 
              to exerpt from Red 
              River Rock, Johnny and the Hurricanes 
            Listen 
              to exerpt from I'm a Man, 
              The Yardbirds 
            Listen 
              to exerpt from Downtown, 
              Petula Clark 
            Listen 
              to Italian version of Downtown, Ciao, 
              Ciao  
              
             
              WATCH 
                one of the definitive examples of someone associating memories 
                with their record albums. Rob, played by John Cusack in the movie 
                High Fidelity, decides to reorganize his record 
                albums. How does he do it? 
                
             
             
              
               
                Not 
                  alphabetical? 
                Nope... 
                What?... 
                Autobiographical." 
                   
               
               
                (Note: 
                  scene is rated R for language). 
               
             
            
            
            
           
         
        
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