My father quit listening to music at some point during my childhood. I’ve heard stories of how my mother would find him lying on the couch with headphones on listening to records in the living room. As a kid I remember going through the stacks and stacks of albums he owned. I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but at some point he stopped enjoying music and only listened to talk radio.
I find myself listening to NPR more and more in the mornings on my way to work and I worry that I’m slowly turning into my father (in more ways than just this, but we’ll leave that for a later time). I still really love listening to music and need to make sure I don’t give up on finding new music and taking the time to just listen. Hopefully Henry won’t wonder someday why I stopped listening to music.
