I must say, Carol has been outdoing everybody; she has sent me a mailboxful of stories and email conversations she and my mother shared. It is a good thing that I have several hundred gigabytes of server space, so I will not run out of space any time soon.
I had been thinking about writing something about my mother's taste in music, and one of the stories Carol sent me fits the bill very well:
Carol: "I've got a bird who's a Billie Holliday freak. Just put her music on and he starts whistling, talking, bobbing up and down, clicking and so forth. Amazing."
Linda: "That bird has taste. Try him with Nina Simone and Bessie Smith. If he can handle that, try Dory Previn."
2 comments:
Don't forget Maria Callas. Mom and I used to play her music and go to sleep every night until I reached about 14 years old. Mom thought she was a genius.
And don't forget Nina Simone . . .
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