These Vinyl Stars of Mine

The stars are not what they used to be.

It’s like they have… more life. Like the heavens came alive and all the angels sang and danced. Perhaps the stars are angels who watch over us.

It was a comforting thought & I held on to it for years. I passed the idea on to my daughter & she onto her daughter & so on & so on. On my 101st birthday, my family gathered to celebrate, gifting me with a gown upon which each member has stitched a star. I wept as I tried it on.

I stood, resplendent in my starry robe. I heard a funky bass line, then a wicked kick drum. My grandchildren had formed up a family band, and they were tearing up a rendition of Sly and the Family Stone’s “Everybody is a Star”.

Something terrifying about having prodigies for children. My boy wasn’t anything too special. But everyone of his kids seemed to have come out the womb looking for a vinyl record to chew on. Souls older than even mine.

There was a talent search coming to the area. They recognized this opportunity for what it was, a chance, to grow through music as a family-a family band. They performed and won! They spend the rest of the year touring the country, impressing all with their sweet tunes.