My youngest daughter has taken a liking to 1960s music. That means every day I hear several hours of hits from the days of my own youth.

Through our satellite television service, we have a host of music channels, which I showed my daughter a while back. She loves it because she loves music.

So, every day we have a ritual. We eat lunch and then about 1:30, she turns to the channel called “60s Revolution.” For the next three hours or so, we take a stroll down musical memory lane. Well, at least for me it is a trip back in time. My daughter just likes the music and it’s all new to her.

What I discovered over the last couple of weeks of engaging in this ritual is that there is a lot of repetition when you listen to 60s music on a daily basis. I realize that was true when it was new music on the radio, but hearing the same songs repeatedly was OK when I was a teenager.

Now that I’m older, there is a limit to how many times I want to hear Sonny and Cher sing “I Got You Babe.” And I swear one week, they played “In the Year 2525” at least 25 times. (Just typing 2525 and the lyrics started running in a never-ending loop in my head).

Still, it is interesting the memories and feelings this music stirs up because it is the soundtrack of my teenage and early adult years. I became a teenager as doo-wop, soda shop and folk turned into a love-in.

When you revisit that time through the music, you hear the changes in society happening in the lyrics. Leslie Gore singing about crying at her party in the early 60s gave way to Grace Slick chasing white rabbits.

When I turned 13, the Beatles sang about holding hands. By the time I was 18, they wailed “Let It Be” and then broke up. Yep, there certainly were different messages in the music. Listening to it now, I hear how much the world changed in a few years.

The joy of running around on the beach while Frankie sang to Annette shifted to peace anthems when the guys on the beach found themselves in a place called Viet Nam. The emotions swirling around in 1969 return when I hear Glen Campbell singing “Galveston.”

My daughter doesn’t know what was happening when they made the music she hears on her 60s Revolution channel. She just appreciates the music I guess.

What strikes me as I’m dancing around to some Three Dog Night song or singing along to Donovan’s “Mellow Yellow” is the energy of those days. It was a mix of tragedy and hopefulness.

There was the tragedy of kids our age dying in a war and the horror of riots in the streets as an entire race struggled for equality. At the same time there was the hopefulness of the hippies who believed they would change the world and maybe see peace on the planet in their lifetimes.

Maybe every generation feels it was a generation of change, but when I hear those 60s hits, I know my generation lived through a period where everything shifted and old ideas collided with completely new ways of thinking.

So, I grew up with the songs my daughter is listening to as I type these words, and how can I not celebrate that when I hear what I’m hearing right now — Tommy James and the Shondells singing “Crystal Blue Persuasion.”

“Look over yonder what do you see

The sun is a-risin’ most definitely

A new day is comin’ people are changin’

Ain’t it beautiful crystal blue persuasion

Better get ready gonna see the light

Love, love is the answer and that’s all right

So don’t you give up now so easy to find

Just look to your soul and open your mind …

Now that’s still good music in 2014.