What a great story!
My own is not quite as good, but here goes (I think I've told this one in these forums before): When I was very young, my dad would listen to jazz after we kids went to bed. I remember hearing the great masters playing softly coming from "somewhere" downstairs, and being young, wondering when all the musicians showed up at our house.
I used to sneak down to the landing to peek into the living room to see them, but they were never there. The lights were low so it was hard to tell. As I got older my dad turned me on to all the discs he had and how to operate his "record player". My dad is gone now, but every time I play an LP that really sends a shiver up my spine, I smile and think of him. Thanks dad for giving me a lifetime love.
My own is not quite as good, but here goes (I think I've told this one in these forums before): When I was very young, my dad would listen to jazz after we kids went to bed. I remember hearing the great masters playing softly coming from "somewhere" downstairs, and being young, wondering when all the musicians showed up at our house.
I used to sneak down to the landing to peek into the living room to see them, but they were never there. The lights were low so it was hard to tell. As I got older my dad turned me on to all the discs he had and how to operate his "record player". My dad is gone now, but every time I play an LP that really sends a shiver up my spine, I smile and think of him. Thanks dad for giving me a lifetime love.