Updated: Aug 2, 2021
“ The song from the movie, “The Morning After,” became my favorite, and I played it over and over in my room, until it became so important to me that I began to unplug the player and take it down to the back porch. "
When I turned eight, I got a record player in a hard, white plastic case because I loved music so much and always wanted new songs. Every Friday evening, after my dad got home from work and we had finished dinner, he would drive me over to the corner of Main Street and Lester Avenue to Hi-Fi Records to pick out a 45rpm vinyl single. It was the early 1970’s, and the shop was run by hippies, but they stocked everything, including the latest Partridge Family song and pop hits. Each 45 was in a paper cover and stacked on wooden shelves, with a label of the band and song title written and taped below each stack. I had seen the movie, The Poseidon Adventure, twice, and had been dreaming I was on the upside down ship, escaping at the end of each dream through secret passages only I knew about. The song from the movie, “The Morning After,” became my favorite, and I played it over and over in my room, until it became so important to me that I began to unplug the player and take it down to the back porch. I would hook the hinge on the outside door to keep it open, and sing along with Maureen McGovern as loudly as I could into the backyards of my neighborhood. “There’s got to be a morning after; We’re moving closer to the shore; I know we’ll be there by tomorrow; Then we’ll escape the darkness; We won’t be searching anymore….”