Another of the cds I found last night was one, if I recall correctly, I made for my parents back during the P2P glory days of Napster and suchlike. I’m glad I found it. I’ll take it with me next time I go up to my parents’ place and load it onto the new computer. Heck, I might even throw in iTunes, cuz I’m nice.
Thing is, I felt strangely compelled to listen to the cd… Anne Murray, Dolly Parton, Charley Pride, Everly Brothers, Kenny Rogers, Buddy Holly… I’m sure most of my friends would be appalled. I mean, the Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline have cred all their own, but all this other stuff doesn’t bother me. It’s nostalgic. It reminds me of growing up. It reminds me of Mom humming away in the kitchen, of Dad out in the garage with oldies cranked on the stereo (Dad’s MO for the tv or radio is to turn down his hearing aid and crank the volume on the electronics – so we can ALL listen to it!) And I fell in love with Jack White when he did a cover of Jolene at the concert the other winter.
Plus, hey, C.W. McCall is on there. I downloaded Convoy for my parents. I am awesome. 🙂