My Dad was amazing. His death was sad.
He influenced me in many ways, but most notably, he bent my ear to good music. He had an eclectic collection; drawers and drawers of CDs and tapes and an entire wall of LPs. When I was little, I would dance around to Kraftwerk and Neneh Cherry, wake up from naps to Depeche Mode or wailing Yemeni singers, read the liner notes from The Mothers of Invention.
My Mom is giving me about 30 of his mixtapes that he lovingly created over the years.
I’m going to listen to them all and tell you all about it.