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.
The Hösen few
About Me
The Hösen few
Loiter with intent
- anna mr
- anticant
- avantgardening
- b
- beautiful world
- benches
- but why
- caroline smailes
- charlotte's web
- chasing sheep
- comfort food
- djkirkby
- fire byrd 897
- j.j
- kempfolds
- long stories
- merkin
- ms melancholy
- queen vixen
- signs
- stray
- that's so pants
- the periodic englishman
- velo-gubbed legs
- wayfarer scientista
- zhisou
- zola
3 comments:
I love crackly old jazz.
Not for too long though, I don't love it that much.
Like you, I guess it's great for what it recalls.
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.
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