Sir, I used to do the fox trot to this very same recording in the basement of our family home. It gave me more enjoyment than any 1960s music my contemporaries wanted to hear. What a rush. Thanks to you for bringing back so many memories of the music, dancing, dreaming, etc. love your blog
I never imagined I'd be listening to my parents music but as I've become an oldtimer I now look forward to the big band show on our local classical/jazz radio.
They don't make 'em like that anymore. Where I used to live, there was an NPR station that had such a show every Saturday night for many years - it was a treat for me, too.
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Sir, I used to do the fox trot to this very same recording in the basement of our family home. It gave me more enjoyment than any 1960s music my contemporaries wanted to hear. What a rush. Thanks to you for bringing back so many memories of the music, dancing, dreaming, etc. love your blog
Glad you like. I grew up listening to my parents' old records too, and still enjoy that music very much.
I never imagined I'd be listening to my parents music but as I've become an oldtimer I now look forward to the big band show on our local classical/jazz radio.
They don't make 'em like that anymore. Where I used to live, there was an NPR station that had such a show every Saturday night for many years - it was a treat for me, too.
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Comments are welcome, but please note: this is not a public forum but my personal blog, which nobody is forced to read. You don't like what I write, go find a blog you do like; there are millions of others to choose from. Or write your own.
Polite disagreement is one thing, but rudeness will be deleted without hesitation.