What happened to the jukebox mentality? I'm not really old enough to have been a member of the generation of poodle skirts and slick hair. I do remember a certain vintage diner where anyone could drop a coin in a machine and wait in queue for our favorite song to be shared with the entire place. And our excitement filled us with such joy, that we'd dance in the aisle and sing along with the tune.
My family always found music an important tool of expression, a form of communication, and therapy for what ails your soul. A few days ago, when my daughter informed me that she didn't like music, my heart ached for her. I held on to the hope that perhaps this wasn't real somehow. Has the proliferation of MP3s and cell phones, where music is a click away dulled her?
So my new personal project is to learn how to encourage an appreciation of music and help her find music that speaks to her. Perhaps I could rent a jukebox somewhere?
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