Music, Music, Music

I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways, But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays! The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears. I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty years! Pleasing to the ear was Vaughn Monroe and his mellow baritone. Likewise, the romantic, comprehensible crooning of Vic Damone. A songster who could stir even the most unromantic soul, Was the silky-smooth delivery of debonair Nat King Cole! I truly enjoyed the ballads belted out by the ever-living Elvis, And got a kick out of watching in action his double-jointed pelvis! Delightful were the songs vocalized by cheerful Doris Day. It was so relaxing listening to the Velvet Fog, Mister Mel Torme! Will there ever be another Glenn Miller, Perry Como or Peggy Lee, Dinah Shore, Frankie Laine or Jo Stafford entertaining me? Oh, to hear again The Mills Brothers and their sweet harmony. Now all I hear is dreadful screams and gross disharmony! Today's drivel to my romantic soul gives me great offense. 'Tis alien to my ears and doesn't make a bit of sense. Music back then invited you to hold your gal in close embrace, As you danced and murmured sweet nothings face to face! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Favorite Music Type" Contest