The Boss and I were at our son's house for Easter dinner. After dinner, we were sitting around the living room and the subject of music came up. All the music I can hear are crickets, katydids and sometimes cicadas, so I have no idea how the subject came up. My wife is a fan of Wagner and she was telling a little of history of the German composer. Finally, my son asked, "Would you like to hear some Wagner music, Mom?"
"I would love it." She is always ready to hear music from any of the old German composers and has many of their biographies committed to memory.
My son said, loud and clear, "Elizabeth, play some Wagner." With that, the record player came on, went thru the motions to change a record (Hey, I grew up with the ancient 78's. I still have a cabinet my dad built for the old handcrank job with the horn on top. I don't have any idea what all this modern stuff is called. Y'all get the idea, I am sure) Suddenly, we were listening to Wagner.
I just figured my son had the whole thing set up and had a remote in his pocket. I just came across this thread that explains all to me. I don't think I care for it. My wife would have the whole thing set up in our house so I would have to listen to her. My crickets and katydids would no longer be an excuse. Ugh!
"I would love it." She is always ready to hear music from any of the old German composers and has many of their biographies committed to memory.
My son said, loud and clear, "Elizabeth, play some Wagner." With that, the record player came on, went thru the motions to change a record (Hey, I grew up with the ancient 78's. I still have a cabinet my dad built for the old handcrank job with the horn on top. I don't have any idea what all this modern stuff is called. Y'all get the idea, I am sure) Suddenly, we were listening to Wagner.
I just figured my son had the whole thing set up and had a remote in his pocket. I just came across this thread that explains all to me. I don't think I care for it. My wife would have the whole thing set up in our house so I would have to listen to her. My crickets and katydids would no longer be an excuse. Ugh!
