I’m a Daydream Believer travelin’ in my time machine

head shotThis post by Mike Staton.

I’m playing Daydream Believer by The Monkees on computer as I write my July post for Writing Wranglers and Warriors blog. I’m not a big Monkees fan, but a few days ago I listened to a few songs on my HP computer as I worked on my WIP novel. A funny thing happened when I first played Daydream Believer. The song took me back to 1967.

I’m fourteen years old and I’m sitting on the couch in the living room watching The Monkees on the 25-inch color television. My sister Jody, 10 years old, and my mom sit on the couch while dad sits in the chair. We’re watching Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Micky Dolenz and Michael Nesmith do their madcap antics on the screen. I’m thinking it’s all very silly, but I like seeing the girls in their miniskirts.

Hearing the music of bands like The Monkees can summon buried memories. They can be time machines.

Hearing the music of bands like The Monkees can summon buried memories. They can be time machines.

Now I’m back in July 2014 and I decide to try another song – Petula Clark’s Don’t Sleep in the Subway. I listen and again I’m transported back to January 1967. Again, I’m in our Wadsworth, Ohio, house, sitting in the living room listening to the somber funeral of one of the Apollo 1 astronauts, killed in a launchpad fire on January 27, 1967. I’m tape-recording the funeral with my new tape recorder I received as a Christmas gift just a month earlier. Later, in my upstairs bedroom, I listen to the funeral and at the end the song Don’t Sleep in the Subway begins playing. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense now, but forty-seven years ago it seemed to dovetail perfectly.

Now I’m playing Lulu’s To Sir With Love, and I’m in the downtown Strand Theater in Wadsworth watching the movie of the same name. It’s again 1967 and I’m watching the flick with a neighborhood friend, Glen Bowers. I shouldn’t even remember the boy’s name – I haven’t thought of him in decades – yet I recall it.

bbf Columbus

A song from the early ’70s can take me back to my college days at Ohio University. There was a BBR like this one in downtown Athens that college students frequented in the early morning hours after the bars closed.

Time for another song … Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Who’ll Stop the Rain. “Long as I remember the rain been coming down, clouds of mystery pourin’ confusion on the ground” … the words whirl me back to the fall of 1970. I’m in my dorm room in Ohio University’s Lincoln Hall listening to my roommate Steve’s stereo … Who’ll Stop the Rain is playing. The smell of pot hangs in the air as a bong is passed from person to person. Soon we’ll head up to downtown Athens and bar-hop until 2 a.m. and then wobble to the Borden Burger Restaurant or BBR.

At first I was going to write about how old photos can summon memories – and they do – but I have to conclude that songs make for a better time machine. The memories are fresher, as if they just happened and not something plucked out of the dusty recesses of our minds. I have a priceless collection of family photos that go back to the early 20th century. I love them because many are of people I only knew when they were old. But I can look at photos of Grandma Mid, Grandpa Frog, Grandma Nan, Aunts Ethel, Hazel and Nellie and see them when they were teenagers. I can even look at photos of relatives who died long before I was born. But they can’t resurrect memories that seem so crisp they could have occurred yesterday, not fifty-six years ago.

Photographs too can take us back to those childhood times. I can recall that Christmas and my record player, but the memories are fuzzy.

Photographs too can take us back to those childhood times. I can recall that Christmas and my record player, but the memories are fuzzy.

I just looked at a photo taken at my Grandpa Frog’s Rittman, Ohio, house in 1958. I know it’s 1958 because we went to Ohio every other year. We moved to San Bernardino, California, in 1957 and returned to Ohio in December 1958 to celebrate Christmas with the grandparents. In the photo, Jody and I sit on the living-room couch with Grandma Mid and Uncle Denny. I’m holding my record player while Jody holds a stuffed animal. What photos do that a song can’t is show us the people we love as they looked half a century ago. They reinforce the memories the songs summon so that the emotions engendered by the music come accompanied with photographic images of the people. Many of the people in the photos are in Heaven, so the photos will always be portals to our hearts.

Book 1 is my trilogy is The Emperor’s Mistress; book 2, Thief’s Coin. The first two links are Amazon; the next two links, Barnes and Noble; the final link, my publisher, Wings ePress.

http://www.amazon.com/The-Emperors-Mistress-ebook/dp/B003YL4F0S/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

http://www.amazon.com/Thiefs-Coin-ebook/dp/B005KSL600/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333470402&sr=1-1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/emperors-mistress-michael-staton/1109995337?ean=2940014203524

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/thiefs-coin-michael-staton/1109950586?ean=2940014211222

http://wingsepress.com/

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16 Responses to I’m a Daydream Believer travelin’ in my time machine

  1. cherley says:

    Songs transport me as well. You have a memory of many of the same songs together and although we are a world apart in space and interests, we were probably listening to the same songs at the same time. What a fun connection! I don’t think you have to worry about “Sleeping in the Subway” in CA, and unless a Monsoon comes through you probably won’t have to worry much about “Who’ll Stop the Rain”. I loved all those songs. Cher’ley

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  2. Doris says:

    Oh Mike, the memories your memories brought back. I was reading your song list and the images were just a strong for me. What a wonderful trip, and thank you. Doris

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  3. Mike Staton says:

    I can’t believe all the typos in this piece. I think I got them all fixed. Good grief!

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  4. katewyland says:

    it’s funny how evocative music can be. “California Dreaming” brings up one period of time, while “Monday, Monday” symbolizes a very different era only a few years apart. “To Sir” was great – movie and song.

    Fun memories.

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    • Mike Staton says:

      Agreed. I can listen to songs from the ’63 to ’65 period, and bring old memories of 6th grade to 8th grade in California to consciousness. The era of the transistor radio and listening to the ’63 and ’65 World Series. Go Dodgers! Lol.

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  5. Nancy Jardine says:

    I used to think the monkees were really silly, too, but avidly waited for them to appear every week on my TV. What I like best was that they were singing, playing but also (sort of) acting, yet hamming it up as well. Your post makes me think of other songs as well just shortly after ‘the monkees’ time like ‘Bridge over Troubled Water’ …and I could go on about where I was when they were being played. I just wish now that the old family photos I would be allowed to look at when I was an interested teenager were still around, but sadly they didn’t survive house clearances.

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    • Mike Staton says:

      Looking back at The Monkees, I see them as doing early versions of music videos all the bands do nowadays. Sorry to hear those old photos in the family albums are gone. Most of the old photos taken by extended family members even back to the late 19th century are still around. I’ve seen a painting of a young girl in her Sunday finery done by an older sister of my Grandmother Nan. It was painted in the 1890s.

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  6. thanks for the memories. Now, I`ll never get Daydream Believer out of my head. Smile.

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  7. sstamm625 says:

    I’m younger than you, Mike, but I have older siblings (some much older), so I grew up with those songs too. Thanks for the memories!

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    • Mike Staton says:

      Yep, I’m the oldest. But I do have cousins 10 years older than me, and they grew up listening to music from the late 50s and early 60s. Their memories will have to wait for another column. Lol.

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  8. Neva Bodin says:

    I’m impressed with your memory, Mike. You have fantastic memories and I always enjoy your blogs as I can tell you have a close family and cherish all those memories of them too. And songs trigger memories well. Every time I hear a song popular in 1967, when I moved to Seattle on my own, I am back sunbathing in the park in north Seattle.

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    • Mike Staton says:

      Sunbathing with a transistor radio close at hand? Reminds me of my college days at Ohio University. Spring temperatures would bring girls out in their bathing suits to sun on the back grass of the dormitory next to mine. The sidewalk was always a busy thoroughfare.

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  9. Wranglers says:

    Every time I read this title the song gets stuck in my head. Cher’ley

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  10. Kathy Waller says:

    Great post! That’s my youth you’ve written about. When I was in college, “Horse With No Name” was popular, at least on the radio station my roommate and I listened to. I’ve never figured that one out.

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