Alas, reviewing my answer, I saw my prose never got beyond my nose before the close. LOL.

I never listened to music as my kids listened to their music. Radio was the instrument of concentration on whose airwaves I heard, along with my family, "I Love A Mystery", "Fred Allen", "Fibber McGee and Molly", "Guy Lombardo", when my Assembly of God preacher/grandfather went outside to pee, "Fred Allen and the Texaco hour, which reminds me: In the fourth grade Texaco piped opera into our classrooms--a love of which I have to this day--and the fights, Joe Louis, Henry Armstrong, and Sugar-Ray Robinson--the original.

And the World Series for which I skipped school to listen to every year without fail. Never got suspended or even bawled out.

Only music I heard was when I went to a dance. If it wasn't live music of Tommy or Jimmy Dorsey, Glenn Miller, Stan Kenton, Benny Goodman, it was records of same at a dance, I never had a collection, along with the Hit Parade of current popular singers and bands I alluded to before in my CCC camp participation.

Do I reminisce today. Sure, if PBS has a special--my parents loved the one an a two an a three fella from North Dakota, who played at their dances, along with Guy Lombardo, but they never got past their generation.

I loved the Beatles, Elvis, Brothers Four, Cher, I was able to enjoy the progression of music my parents never could.

I liked Kurt Cobain. Loved Janis Joplin!

My son is a professional musician, as is my grandson. My interest in their gigs gives me great pleasure.

Between the past and the present--the 'now', I like the 'now', although "Begin the Beguine", or "String of Pearls" or their like, rattle a few good moves, I don't spend much time there. Am I transported for a while, yes! Could I do without, yes!

Too much going on right here, right now!