Sunday, 8 November 2015

49. When I'm weary

Some of my earliest musical memories were made sitting at the foot of my mum and dad's radiogram, leafing through and playing their records. Little did I know how well they were teaching me and how much they would influence my future listening habits.
I loved the Simon and Garfunkel Greatest Hits album, always smiling because Paul Simon, with his long hair, reminded me of my dad. Pretty much every song is a classic and I can't listen to them without remembering him. We played this beautiful, haunting song at his funeral and it was a very moving and fitting tribute.
It did and still does, comfort me greatly.

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