Sunday, 21 June 2009


I'm away from home til later, but I wanted to remark upon the fact that I'm listening right now to Count Basie on crackly old vinyl, plucked from a clutch of old jazz records a friend acquired from his father (partially so that he can record them onto cd for him).

It seems a very appropriate way to remember my own dad, being as it's Father's Day.

The sun is shining outside, and the birds are singing: it's a lovely morning.


Anonymous said...

I love crackly old jazz.

Not for too long though, I don't love it that much.

Dave King said...

Like you, I guess it's great for what it recalls.

trousers said...

Well I love it in its own right (though of course it's not monolithic: although we didn't come across any duds in our listening session this morning, there's bound to be one sooner or later), and also for what it recalls.

I didn't really think about the fact that it was father's day today, til my friend said he'd put on one of his dad's aforementioned records in his honour: and then it seemed absolutely fitting for the memory of my own dad.

Cheers, zhisou and dave.