I was never so heartbroken about a celebrity as when I heard the news of Anthony Bourdain’s death in 2018. I was shocked, saddened, and still feel a deep loss. Of course, I never met him. I had only seen him on the TV shows he wrote and hosted. It was there I saw someone deeply in love with life, people, all cultures, food . . . and, I saw someone who experienced life as I did not. He jumped right in to taste new foods and to visit places all over the globe. He did this with an abandon I could watch and admire. I wished I had that drive and fearlessness.
I grew up with the idea that I should always be doing something or accomplishing a task. Life was filled with projects, to do lists, or always working toward a larger goal striving for something better. Recently I have come to decide that merely enjoying the passage of time may be what life is really about. Perhaps all I need to do today is breathe.
To survive we need food, water, air, and shelter. While art may not be vital to fulfill our basic needs, it makes life better. Having art in your life brings joy and keeps you in touch with creation. Art is everywhere and often costs nothing to enjoy.
When 1960 rolled around I was almost three years old. I grew up along with the music itself. These were my favorite songs during that time, not necessarily what I would choose now. As an adult, I have a broader knowledge of music from that era. Conspicuously absent are any Beatles’ songs. My older sister loved them and had their albums. Herman’s Hermits and The Monkees were my favorite groups.
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