There is two kinds of music, the good, and the bad. I play the good kind. Louis Armstrong
Music!!! Who’s life does it not touch in one way or another? When I go back in time and reminisce, usually there’s a song attached to a particular memory. Every time I hear a Motown song, I think about the four-album compilation set my mom bought that included every single Motown hit imaginable. When I hear a song by The Platters, it reminds me of coming home from school one day to my dad on a ladder painting the kitchen. I opened the door to “My Prayer” BLASTING on the record player as he cheerfully greeted me and asked if I wanted something to eat.