When someone asks me about my childhood the first thing that comes to my mind is not of butterknives whizzing past my head thrown by a loving sibling, I dont think of marching in every parade in the world, I dont think family dinners where we laughed so hard we couldnt even pray, all good memories but the memories that stick out in my head and the fondest are the long Sunday drives listening to classical music. Going to Park City was always my favorite ride with Mom and Dad but we would go everywhere, ghost towns, downtown Salt Lake or a ride up the canyon but we sure did spend a lot of time looking at other peoples homes as well.
Dad always had control of the music and there were never any questions but Im sure there were complaints but I never complained when Dad would pop in Wynton Marsalis. I loved it. One album/song in particular #4 of the list canon for 3 trumpets listen here: http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.artistalbums&artistid=10100861&ap=0&albumid=8080611
Tonight I signed up for itunes in hopes to find this number which I have been on the search for years. I actually found it on myspace music. I listen to this and Im instantly back in the silver van sitting between Mom and Dad going for a nice long drive aimlessly.
Thanks Mom and Dad for the fond memories!
3 comments:
Spot on Cindy!
Great post Cyncha... but I saw the picture of Wynton Marsalis and thought that Bampa wrote the post. I was impressed with his technical savy.. until you said you listened to Wynton Marsalis... that made me a little suspicious.
That is my favorite version of Cannon in D too!
Thanks for sharing.
My computer at home does not show any updates on Phrogbottom since I posted our trip to Lake Powell in August....I just logged into the blog at work and what do I see... a week plus old entry. We loved having you and Davis visiting with us last week. Too bad it isn't this week..the weather is wonderful and of course Steve is in town for a short visit. Love you
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