By Rod Brown
Welcome aboard the maiden voyage of our newly designed website. Perhaps you’ve noticed the changes. We are anxious for your feedback especially in the initial stages. We’ll be wandering down some memory lanes (notice how I can mix metaphors with ease and absolutely no embarrassment) – and with luck, you’ll recognize the lanes as ones you have travelled in other times and sometimes other places.
So, what’s your memory trigger? The smell of special baking, your grandfather’s cigar, your Dad’s Old Spice? Or perhaps, for you, the sight of a fedora or an umbrella or a fur coat takes you back to a time that was, in memory and probably not in fact, simpler and less complicated.
Of course, for many (especially those who listen to CJNU) music is the passport to those ‘other’ times. Dances in the school gym when your high school crush didn’t even notice you clinging to the wall – “Won’t they ever play a slow dance?” But fear not, the older we get, the cooler we were … by the time I’m on my death bed I suspect I’ll really believe that I danced in 1962, and danced well.
Did the old songs (so old that they’re almost popular again) put your feelings into words? Did they define love for you? Could you quote the lyrics? Could you sing the chorus. Do Wa Diddy Diddy Dum Ditty Do – is a classic message forever burned in my oh so empty teenage brain.
Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?
Who was that man? I’d like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me
Come on folks, it’s because of lyrics like that when we hear hip hop, we shake our collective heads and wonder happened to the ‘good’ music of our youth. And before you climb on that higher horse of the 1930s, what about …
And that’s why birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
Cole Porter must have sent the ‘older generation’ simply around the bend and made them goofy.
Nostalgia is, “…a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time…”
CJNU defies definition – we are …. anything you want us to be except modern. Now, before you grab pen and paper and challenge this assertion, modern music is not much different from ‘our’ music except , oh, it just sounds different. It’s faster and louder and …. well, we’re not! Our CJNU disc jockeys have lived your life, they drank your non diet coke and shared your high school wall … CJNU is that awesome mirror you used to look into before gravity did its thing. Our faces show experience, but inside we hear the tunes of another time and another place when all things were possible, and we were just plain cocky about what we could and would achieve.
Nostalgia radio is your present as much your past. Enjoy the ride down memory lane and it’ll be the ‘bees’ knees’.