Mick Jagger sees a red door and wants to paint it black. Don’t we all, though?
When I was a kid, music was a big deal on my mom’s side of the family. It often spoke for us when we couldn’t, or didn’t know how. There was music for getting together, for catching up, and for saying goodbye. Skiing had songs for the chairlift and for looking good on the way down. We had music for special occasions and even for reading books.
But mostly we had music for long car rides.
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