When it Brains, It Pours

When you get to be my age, you will have accumulated a huge stockpile of memories along with endless databanks full of both useful and useless information.  You will not run out of storage space because the human brain holds more than any amazon warehouse.  Should you later wish to retrieve any of this historical stuff…well, watch out, you could be up all night.  Case in point…

In the wee hours last night, while poking around on the Internet, I happened upon a reference to the 1950’s Broadway musical, Guys and Dolls. I Googled it and wound up watching the entire movie.  It was a great piece of nostalgia for me and instantly triggered a bunch of memories:

  • I saw the movie when it originally came out in 1955.  I was 10.
  • 1955 was the year my father bought his first brand new car, a red and white Chevrolet.
  • The ’55 Chevy was the car I would eventually learn how to drive on.
  • Back to the movie…we had the soundtrack for it and I used to play it over and over.  In short time, I knew the words to every song.  I didn’t know exactly how well I knew the words to every song until I started singing along as I watched the movie last night.  It is incredible how the brain can store information that goes unused for over 65 years and then, when stimulated, can poop it out flawlessly.
  • Anytime someone in the family was out of order, namely me, my father would sound his warning by quoting a song that famed Broadway musical actor, Stubby Kaye, sang in the movie…Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ the Boat.
  • The movie starred then young entertainers Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, Vivian Blaine and Jean Simmons. Damn, there all dead now.
  • It was cool to see a bunch of then-new vintage cars in one of the street scenes, especially a DeSoto.  I could identify all of them without hesitation.
  • In the movie Marlon Brando sang the song, Luck be a Lady, but it was Sinatra who made it one of his iconic hits through the rest of his singing career.
  • The movie is set in a big city that implies New York. Brando takes Simmons on a dinner date…to Havana!  They make it roundtrip, including dinner and a bar brawl, in one night!  In 1955, one-way flight time from NYC to Havana was over 8 hours.  Go figure.    

Believe me, I could go on, but these are just some of the random thoughts that swirled through my memory banks as I watched this one movie.  The point is, when one looks back at any one event in his or her lifetime, it can unleash an endless pile of tumbling dominos as one memory leads to another.  No wonder I didn’t sleep much last night.  What a kick.        


About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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1 Response to When it Brains, It Pours

  1. Anonymous says:

    You have high-class memories. Mine often dwell on movies that scared me: “Them,” “The Creature from the Black Lagoon,” and “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” My wife has scary dreams, too, but not of movies or stage plays. She was a still tender 20 years old when she made the mistake of picking up a copy of Truman Capote’s IN COLD BLOOD, about the senseless slaughter of an innocent Kansas family by two drifters. She didn’t sleep a wink for a week but couldn’t put it down.

    As for me, the giant ants of “Them” reminded me of the day when I was a lad of 6 when a large, black spider dropped down my shirt back while I was playing under the house. Ants (and aunts) no longer scare me, but when anything over six legs approaches, I’m outta there, both in dreams and real life.

    Meanwhile, Marc, you’re whistling “Over the Rainbow” while tapping your way down the Yellow Brick Road.


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