I grew up in a home with Broadway show tunes playing on the stereo. Oklahoma. Music Man. South Pacific. I’d stomp around the house — my arms flung wide — singing “There’s No Business Like Show Business," which may sound adorable now but was no doubt annoying to all within earshot.
The year I turned 8, my parents took my sisters and me to see our first ever genuine Broadway show, My Fair Lady at the Schubert Theater in Chicago. Oh, the excitement! That is, there was excitement until I opened the program to the cast photos page and stopped in horror: “Where’s Julie Andrews?! Who’s this Florence Henderson lady?!”
I was about to learn about touring companies. This was before Florence starred on The Brady Bunch and in Wesson Oil commercials singing about “Wessonality," so she was just some stranger!
My musical loyalties moved on to rock and roll and a collection of 45-disc records. Who needed Ethel Merman when I had Herman’s Hermits? I was most intrigued by the girl singers but confused as to why they all sounded so miserable. Songs in the early 1960s weren't exactly big on female self-esteem, with Dusty Springfield declaring "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" and The Shirelles questioning: “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?”
I wish I could quote whole stanzas of these self-sabotaging lyrics, but if I did, copywriting lawyers would be jumping all over me and I’d be singing, “I Fought the Law and the Law Won” (a top hit in 1966). Not only did those early songs influence me, they became intrinsic to major milestones, becoming the soundtrack of my life.
Here are the other songs on my soundtrack.
1963: Pete Seeger was on the radio crooning about "Little Boxes" when my family moved to the suburbs. It was a bouncy song and fun to sing. I was too young to realize the song was meant to be ironic and that Pete was not a fan of neighborhoods with houses that all looked alike.
1965: That nice suburban house, where I finally had my own bedroom, ended up with a For Sale sign in front. The year James Brown was singing "Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag," my dad got a brand new wife. He fell in love with his secretary. I know: trite. My mom and sisters and I moved to a small two-bedroom place and I was back to sharing a bedroom.