Growing up, we had only one stereo. It lived in the narrow hallway outside the bathroom. My mother did not believe in comfort or convenience. Or privacy.
Me and my sister would play Springsteen — vinyl, of course — and sing and dance around the family members as they entered and exited the facilities.
One day, my Gremma starts to “yi di di” and asks me to put on “Lenya”. I was astounded. I did not know her musical repertoire extended beyond “Uyfen Pripekeh” and “Goodnight, Irene”.
Billy Joel is très passé but every now and then I like to spin “Glass Houses”. It makes me feel warm all over.
You go, Gremma…
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