Listening History
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Fredericton, Canada
I was thinking the other day about music and I think I learned how to listen, *really* listen, by watching my father. He would sit in front of the stereo with his sax or clarinet, and try to catch every single note. Then once he had it, I would hear him play along to big band and jazz. My mother didn't play but oh how she would sing and dance around the house, as the records of Patsy Cline, Nat King Cole, Connie Francis, Guy Lombardo, Glenn Miller, or the Platters played . Music can take us to the depths of sorrow, or to the heights of joy. My life is richer because of it.