Today, I have a virtually unlimited selection of music. I use YouTube Music as my tool. Amazon has something similar.
While the ability to find new music blows my mind, I’ve also lost many artists that I used to listen to. The older I get, the more I miss the music of my youth.
That love of music was born of listening to my parents music. Dad made the speakers we used. Dad made the stereo cabinet that held the record player and the “vast” collection of reel-to-reel tapes. And the “vast” collection of records.
The best way to listen was with the Sony headphones, eyes closed, listening.
The reality was that we had about 50 hours of music on those tapes. I am still attempting to find one album where two black jazz/blues artists were competing. Something like Red from The Five Pennies.
We had around 40 hours of music on those LPs. So somewhere between 90 and 120 hours of music.
This means I listened to the same music over and over again. I had my favorites.
One tape contained a group of nuns singing. I could not find the album until one day, the name popped into my head: Joy Is Like the Rain. This allowed me to track down the album.
The name of the group, in my mind, in my parents’ words, was “The Singing Nuns.” That is not the group.
Here is a song from one of their albums. I hope you enjoy it.