As my dad and I sat down to lunch today, he handed over his grocery list and something else. It was a clipping from yesterday’s paper.
The cover story on yesterday’s entertainment section in the paper was a guide to the year’s best music gifts. The mainbar was about the 10 best box sets. The sidebar was about the 10 best records that aren’t box sets.
The clipping Dad handed me was from the mainbar.
He’d written this note on the clipping: “Xmas for me REA.” His initials.
“This is what I want for Christmas,” he said.
After we got back to his place, and all his groceries were unloaded, I took that clipping and went directly to the record store. Dad just happens to live just a couple hundred yards from one of our indie record stores.
Christmas shopping done.
I’m not worried about Dad seeing this. He doesn’t have “one of those machines.”
Given that the Preservation Hall Jazz Band is a New Orleans institution, how about getting today’s song from another New Orleans institution? Enjoy this rollicking piano romp from another American treasure.
I once sent all the rips from this tremendous CD to a guy. He said he once had it on cassette, but that he’d played it so much that it had become “worn out and broken.” The guy said his wife would be so thrilled to have it that he was certain they’d be parents nine months hence. I never did hear how that turned out.
Your Christmas music requests in the comments, please.
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