I’m the same age as your Dad—and I loved the playlist! My Dad was an eccentric music-lover and I remember Saturday mornings he played everything from The Beatles to Bach
The perfect day where I live takes place in September. The sky is the clearest blue stretching for miles over low-slung green hills, poofy clean clouds are storybook art, and the thermals are excellent for gliders to circle silently above.
I play frisbee with Rupert, a Golden Retriever who lives for the game and will NEVER STOP. EVER. I don’t really fling the disc. It’s a heavy water frisbee and I throw it so it lands on its side and rolls far. It’s yellow and blue stripes but in Rupert’s mind I’m sure it’s a rabbit running for the woods. He pounces on it, like a fox catching prey in the snow, slams it to the ground, and victory rolls over it, big legs in the air, laughing, before hunting me down to do it again. Then again. And again. I develop a condition in that arm, from throwing that heavy frisbee hours a day and learn to throw it with the other arm too. Because priorities.
Great mixtape!
I’m the same age as your Dad - good tunes!
i was born in 63…the playlist (and everything else) is excellent. ☺️
#6 “I made a mixtape of 60s rock for shooting pool with my dad in his basement.” Is there any significance to the UPC numbers?
No, it’s just the UPC of the tape that I taped over
Well, that’s a cool little Easter Egg! I won’t spoil it for those who choose to chase this rabbit down the trail.
The Possessed is fantastic and so surprisingly funny!
I’m the same age as your Dad—and I loved the playlist! My Dad was an eccentric music-lover and I remember Saturday mornings he played everything from The Beatles to Bach
We definitely had the best music.
The perfect day where I live takes place in September. The sky is the clearest blue stretching for miles over low-slung green hills, poofy clean clouds are storybook art, and the thermals are excellent for gliders to circle silently above.
I play frisbee with Rupert, a Golden Retriever who lives for the game and will NEVER STOP. EVER. I don’t really fling the disc. It’s a heavy water frisbee and I throw it so it lands on its side and rolls far. It’s yellow and blue stripes but in Rupert’s mind I’m sure it’s a rabbit running for the woods. He pounces on it, like a fox catching prey in the snow, slams it to the ground, and victory rolls over it, big legs in the air, laughing, before hunting me down to do it again. Then again. And again. I develop a condition in that arm, from throwing that heavy frisbee hours a day and learn to throw it with the other arm too. Because priorities.
Bright words on a dark day. Thank you for the good message.
90’s PG movies! We’re on there with my 10yr old son! Got him into Shakespeare with 10 things I hate about you 😀
Your black-out-poetry title made my day (and it's 8 am here in Seattle 😀).
would be great to see your process to design the art of your mixtape ;)