During recent Red Ribbon Week activities, our school had a “dress in your favorite decade” day. I chose the 80’s-big hair, hot pink tank layered over black dress, leggings & leg warmers. “Girls just wanna have fun” was uttered by colleagues several times throughout the day. Staying in line with my decade choice, I decided we would spend some time in the 80’s during music class.
One class entered my room particularly quiet, much more so than usual. Thinking they might be a tough audience, I decided to shake things up a bit. “You guys don’t know this, but the music room is actually a time machine. And today, we are taking a trip back to the 1980’s!” Of course, there were a few eye rolls but mostly giggles. We had so much fun!
Our playlist for the day:
- Richard Simmons exercise video-I Just Wanna Dance with Somebody
- Jump by Van Halen
- Take on Me by A-Ha
- Always Something There to Remind Me by Naked Eyes
- We Will Rock You by Queen (actually 1977 but it worked with the boomwhackers)
This activity started me thinking. Music really is like a time machine. In one instance we listen to a composition from hundreds of years ago, imagining what life was like when it was written. The next minute we hear a song on the radio and are immediately transported back to a special event, a certain person, or a memorable place from our own past. Both examples are powerful.
It certainly was the case for me all throughout this 80’s music day. I smiled as I thought about the fun times spent with my best friend Kim watching music videos on MTV. Remembered my short-lived dream of becoming a rock star when performing in my high school talent show. Laughed about the many times my husband has played the keyboard opening to “Jump.” (He is a tuba player, not a pianist-so this was his piano claim to fame!)
As my once quiet class was winding down and my trip down memory lane ending one young friend piped up, “Mrs. Morris, can we please transport back to the 2000’s now?” I laughed, “Why yes, yes we can.” Our time machine travel was over. At least until the radio began to play in my car, after school, on my way home…