A couple of weeks ago I was in ecstasy in a darkened room with heavenly music all around me when, suddenly, the exasperated voice of my long-late grandmother said, “Not that song again!”

Not that I blame her for her attitude mind you. Back in 1960whatever when I got my hands on the single of “Let’s Hang On” I played it on my little mono record player until there was practically no vinyl left on the nearly smooth black surface of the recording. This was a song by the Four Season, actually by then it was Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons as he was the only one left of the original lineup. I adored that song. But my constant playing of it created a bit of attention in my teenage home. Grandma got pretty sick of it, and Grandma was always a vocal sort.

So I wasn’t surprised at hearing her complaint while I was at my first Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons concert and I was bopping around and singing along to “Let’s Hang On”, which it turns out, is still one of my favorite songs.

I rediscovered the Four Seasons a few months ago after insisting to my younger friends that they’d enjoy going to “Jersey Boys”, the musical based on the Four Seasons. The play was great and my friends were amazed at my lip-synching with dead-on accuracy to every song in the show. After seeing “Jersey Boys” I went looking for Four Seasons music.

Now, once upon a long time ago I owned every single the band recorded, but never any of the albums oddly enough. Not that it matters, as I have no idea where those recordings have gotten to. Nor would I have any means of playing singles even if I could find them (do you guys even know what a single is?)

Ah, but while the music (and I) is old, it (and I) is still great. Finding the songs wasn’t hard at all. All I had to do was download the Four Seasons music to my iPod. How weird and wonderful that things change and stay the same.

I’ve returned to the days of playing “Let’s Hang On” constantly. And the ghost of my grandmother sighs. Loudly. Mostly because thanks to modern technology I’m a lot deafer than I was at 16.