Every once in a while, we kids get the chance to visit the in-laws who live somewhere South. Being carless and busy most of the time, we don’t get to visit the elders as much as we would like. My favorite part of every visit is sitting down with my father-in-law, now a septuagenarian, while 50s and 60s music play in the background. The father-in-law, usually, sits on the lounge, a glass of red in hand while reminiscing about times gone by.
He used to be the lead guitarist of a band before, back in the 60s when every musically-inclined young guy wants to be the next John Lennon or Paul McCartney. In their den hung a faded black and white photograph of my father-in-laws and their band mates back in the 60s in black suits, instruments slung over their shoulder.
So last Sunday afternoon, we chanced upon his old classic jazz vinyls, some in mint condition, while some rarely played. I had to control my drool from falling.
The father-in-law, in a nostalgic moment, quipped “All these — I will leave in your hands when I am gone,”
While I would rather enjoy more years with my father-in-law listening about his music recollections and learning new Beatles trivia for him, the fact that he might give us his extensive music collection is just so awesome. Imagine Coltrane, Long Tall Dexter, Beatles recordings, 50s and 60s music all waiting to be discovered?
My future child is lucky to have the opportunity to discover what real music sounds like.