I would’ve enjoyed crate digging for records with my dad. We’d be pouring through the bins to find hidden treasures for five bucks or less, yapping away the whole time. It would be the ultimate adventure!
I’d grab a record like this one, show it to him, and ask what he thought about it or the artist. Even if I knew the answer, I’d ask! I’m sure I’d hear things like, “Oh, you can’t miss with him!” Or, “Your collection ain’t complete without that one!” No doubt there would be some, “You know, I first heard him when …” or some other form of trivia he thought I needed to know. That was part of the fun! For those of you wondering, that’s where I got the habit!
Dad could be … frugal more often than not. But he’d never stop encouraging me about records. I came home with a box of records on first trek for bargains. Had Dad been with me, we would’ve come home with TWO boxes. Then we’d talk about our funds while we cleaned and played them. It’s definitely a road I wish we could’ve taken. Unfortunately, we ran out of time.
Jazz Sunday has always been about Dad. It’s my way of honoring his memory. It always will be.
Happy Father’s Day.
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