So many of the RP community have posted music I loved listening too, from just about every imaginable genre. Well, I though we could all go back in time a bit, and ...Turn the Radio On:

The Old Man opened the car door. She nestled into the passenger seat, with one hand smoothing her skirt out under her. Once she was settled in, she smiled up at him as he closed the door.

He went to his side of the car, opened the door, slide behind the wheel, out of habit he adjusted the rear view mirror, cracked the vent window, and checked the brake.

One turn of the key and the engine was running. His hand reached for the radio knob, her hand reached for the tuning dial…they both smiled as their hands played out a dance they had done a thousand times.

The red line eased along until it found “Tupelo Honey” with the softness that song brings. She snuggled over to him on the bench seat, his arm draped over her shoulders to make more room to lean in closer. Her head rested on his shoulder, his head rested on her hair. Their eyes closed.
The music played.

Next up was the Righteous Brother’s soulful cry about losing that loving feeling…a quick squeeze of his arm pulling her a little closer, let her know that they…at least…had not lost that loving feeling.

“Baby!” Came out of his mouth in a deep baritone. “Baby” she played counterpoint to his in her Alto voice. It made them both smile. The song played on.

"It’s a Summer place” by the Letterman brought them both back poolside. Her in a two piece bathing suit with a swimming cap with a yellow flower on the side. Him, in a pair of bathing trucks tied with a string, and shirtless. Both of them wearing their youth... like armor against time.

Sam Cooke broke out on their AM/FM Radio with the sliver antenna fully extended, as he rubbed Coppertone on her legs and back. A caress in broad daylight, acceptable only by the pool, and only for couples.

He reached down with his left hand to both put the front seat all the way back, and to lean the top portion back two notches. More room to snuggle now, and they both reclined into even more of the past. The Radio kept up with their mood.

A commercial came on, she straightened up enough to reach the dial, and the red line moved up into the 1200’s. “My Girl” by the Temptations with met by the harmony of both their voices, as they not only sang every word along with the Temptations but did a fair bit of choreographed “chair dancing” every bit as smooth as the dance steps they saw in their minds. It made them both smile, eye contact and twinkles abounded.

“Just my imagination” floats by next. Another squeeze on her shoulder to let her know, and reassure him, that their love was real. Patsy Cline was up next, and their ears and hearts filled with the simple elegance of her sound. “Ode to Billy Joe McAllister” came on next. The best story song every sung, or written…and Bobbie Gentry’s down home Southern twang made it even more real.

A quiet talk about what was thrown off of the Tallahassee Bridge ensued when the song ended. Then it was the Staple Singers: “I know a place…” and their mood went right back up way past mellow.

And so it went. Song after song on the Radio. Memory after memory in the car.

And then the last song of the night, so perfect for a couple in the twilight years of a long loving life: "People Get Ready...there is a train a coming." They weren't ready to go, but they could hear the whistle.
Nature and their age forced them to turn the engine off. He came around to her side and helped her out. She smiled a thank you as he handed her canes. He tucked one arm up hers, he couldn’t pull much, but enough to guide her to her feet. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He ran his hand along the car as a guide, and followed her to the door that led to their kitchen. He hit the switch that closed the garage door. The message light on their answering machine was blinking.

It was their daughter…wondering where they were.

They told her they had gone for a ride with the radio on.

“But you can’t drive! And that car is like fifty years old.”

That made them laugh. As if you had to drive to go for a ride with the Radio on. And a car had to be new to have a radio.