Daddy and I were on the road to somewhere the other day.
We were listening to an oldies station when I made a remark about how, on the whole, today’s music doesn’t hold a candle to the songs on the radio when Daddy was younger.
I believe a day spent listening to Delilah on a recent trip to the beach led to his defense of modern music.
“It ain’t all bad,” Daddy said. “Every song wasn’t good back then, either. You’re just listening to the All Stars.”
I didn’t think about the exchange again until yesterday, and the thought had nothing to do with music. (more…)