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litlover12While out antiquing today, I picked up this record from a stack of bluegrass albums. My dad adores bluegrass (and plays it himself, having taken up the banjo a few years ago). It felt like kind of a stupid purchase because we don't have a record player anymore -- but I knew a lot of the musicians were favorites of his, and it was only 10 bucks, and I figured that, if nothing else, he could enjoy the liner notes and pictures. And I just like buying presents. So I took it home and handed it over with an "I guess this is a pretty dumb gift, but here you go."
Well. It seems I inadvertently hit the motherlode of bluegrass. Turns out this is one of THE GREAT BLUEGRASS ALBUMS OF ALL TIME, and the version he had on CD wasn't complete. He lit up like a Christmas tree. :-) You should have seen him running around the house telling us all about how and when and where and why it was recorded, and generally just marveling over it. It was so cute. And especially nice because he hasn't been feeling too well lately, but the record perked him right up.
Suffice it to say, I'm pretty sure we're going to have another record player in the house pretty soon now! Also pretty sure that he's going to drag me back to that antique store and go through the rest of that stack, as soon as he feels up to it. And now we know where I got my fangirling tendencies. My mom fangirls a few singers -- Elvis most of all -- but she's not intense about it like Dad and I are. (Read: She's sane.)
P.S. Oh, and jackpot part 2: I found a T-shirt for my godson, size 24 months, with a Charles Dickens quote on it. SCORE!
Well. It seems I inadvertently hit the motherlode of bluegrass. Turns out this is one of THE GREAT BLUEGRASS ALBUMS OF ALL TIME, and the version he had on CD wasn't complete. He lit up like a Christmas tree. :-) You should have seen him running around the house telling us all about how and when and where and why it was recorded, and generally just marveling over it. It was so cute. And especially nice because he hasn't been feeling too well lately, but the record perked him right up.
Suffice it to say, I'm pretty sure we're going to have another record player in the house pretty soon now! Also pretty sure that he's going to drag me back to that antique store and go through the rest of that stack, as soon as he feels up to it. And now we know where I got my fangirling tendencies. My mom fangirls a few singers -- Elvis most of all -- but she's not intense about it like Dad and I are. (Read: She's sane.)
P.S. Oh, and jackpot part 2: I found a T-shirt for my godson, size 24 months, with a Charles Dickens quote on it. SCORE!
