“Grandpa, why don’t you have any music?”

“Katelyn, I have 200 CDs loaded on the server. Just scan through and pick one.”

“There is not one.”

“Meaning?”

“You need some new music?”

“Ok, suggestions?”

“Adele Skyfall.”

I just listened to the song on YouTube. Wow. Her name is not Adele Skyfall. Adele Laurie Blue Adkins is her name. She will be 25 on May 5^th. Adele is the English girl who wrote and sings the theme song for the 2012 James Bond movie Skyfall. For that, Adele won the U.S. Academy Award for Best Original Song. Over the past six years, her awards and outstanding achievements are too numerous to mention without numbing the senses. Suffice to say, she has more #1s than the Beatles. At age 24, she was placed at #5 on the list of the Greatest Women In Music, and Time Magazine acknowledged that she was one of the most influential people in the world.

Wow, and I never heard her name.

In 1964, I hid behind the couch in my parent’s living room and listened to the Beatle’s first 45 released in the United States. On the B side was the song, “I Want to Hold your Hand.” No one in Iowa had ever heard of the Beatles. I remember my Mom walked in and said, “I like that song.” She was always smarter than me. Mom Lorraine will be 94 in six days, March 10^th, exactly eight weeks before Adele turns 25, on May 5^th. They will be 69 years apart in years. I suspect they are much closer in their ways.

I like Skyfall, and I like Adele.

Katelyn’s right. I should add Adele to the server. Who cares if she is immensely popular and has turned music on its ear? I will like her anyway.

Katelyn reminds me of my Mom Lorraine. My Mom’s nickname was Corky. It could be my granddaughter’s too. They both love to listen to music and dance to music and neither really stops moving when they’re listening or dancing or doing all the rest that they do so well and never stop doing. I suspect Adele is the same.

I think they are all smarter and jumpier than me.

And, they each have great taste in music.

Listen and enjoy their songs.

I’m feeling jumpy too.

Hang loose,

Grandpa Jim