I was writing about my "Summer Girl" summer, when one of the few bright spots was when the song "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" would come on the radio: contemplating this made me remember that the family I baby-sat for had no stereo or records, and no piano.
It was weird.
There was radio.
The children's mother would bring the radio out by the pool.
And I had a clock-radio in the bedroom where I slept.
But - radio? Radio was all we had, in the 1970s... ??
(It was as if we were poverty-stricken sharecroppers in the 1930s, or something....)
And these people had a swimming pool - in Minnesota - so it seemed like they must be wealthy....
..."Wealthy" enough to have a - stereo - or at least a record player....
But - regardless of how much or little money you have, you don't buy it if it isn't important to you....
In the film American Hustle (currently on Netflix) there's a scene near the beginning when a man meets a woman at his friend's pool party in Long Island - during the '70s - and they bond over the music of Duke Ellington. The man says no one cares about Duke Ellington's music anymore, and the woman answers, "Well I care about him. He saved my life many times."
And recently at work a woman who is usually playing music from her phone, during breaks, told me, "Music is my life."
Coincidence.
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