Lately, since discovering that my trip to Ypres will have to wait and a trip to Marin County is much more likely this summer, I’ve found myself listening to music from 1959-62.
The music of this era all seems to have a weird, dreamlike quality about it. I find I’m really starting to love The Platters in particular. I’m not sure if I was that into them in my previous life but I love the way they used reverb and broad harmonies to build a smooth, smoky sound. I also love the fact that they tended to cover a lot of old standards. “My Prayer” for instance actually goes back to the 1930s (the lovely Vera Lynn did a version).
I could almost forget that 1959-62 was about the time my previous life started coming apart. Almost.
I’m hoping that I can build some new, happier memories in Marin County this time around. I’ll have my fiance with me and I won’t miss a single opportunity for romance if I can help it. And if this trip is everything I hope it will be, then I’m thinking we could come back to Marin County every summer. I can’t change the past, but I can turn a place where I met disappointment and disorder into our own special summer place.