Vintage music – can you Handel it?

Okay hands up – who is old enough to remember having a cassette player? Did you have one in your car then? Do you remember singing along to your favourite tune, then suddenly the voice on the tape went squeaky? Sometimes, it had the opposite effect and began to go really slow, like a monster speaking out threats in a horror film.  

I am grateful that despite the technical hitches in vintage contraptions for playing music, I have always been able to listen to worship songs in some shape or form. I thank the Lord for fun memories of dancing to Amy Grant on vinyl and her repeating the lyrics 5 times in a certain place where the L.P. had scratched when I collided with the old radio gram.

Geesh, I’m making myself sound ancient!

My favourite record (the black things with a small hole in the middle) was Handel’s Messiah, which only seemed to emerge at Christmas, alongside a big black lady called, Mahalia Jackson. What a voice she had! Though I despised it at the time.

I never appreciated Handel either – not until I got older. Now, whenever I hear ‘The Hallelujah Chorus’, it seems strange to not hear crackly sounds in the undertones, which was from the dust that gathered around the needle of the record player.

Enough granny talk – here’s a creative journaling video rejoicing in the delights of praise and worship music from all eras.

Much love,

Sharon xx