By Richard Edenfield
Beautiful old Wurlitzer decorated the corner of the bar with rainbow lights and bubbles; it was a jukebox time machine.
When I played a song from a certain era, I was transported back to that time to a live concert, but only for that song.
F9. “Not Fade Away.” Buddy Holly. 1957.
G4. “All You Need is Love.” 1967.
D7-G12-J8… It was like musical battleship, and I sailed everywhere for about 3 minutes of glorious musical bliss.
Then the jukebox broke. It was replaced with a flat screen television.
Now, I just drink and watch old movies…and go nowhere.
Good story — and such a sad little sentence, too: “Then the jukebox broke.”
Strangely touching little story, making the reader nostalgia. Like it!