So my dad died today. My wife's father, a doctor in NY, is in the ICU. She's with them in Ny and I'll do the things here for home schooling, my job, our kids. Fucking virus.
My dad loved jazz. He gave me a copy of Time Out when I turned 16. We didn't have a lot at that time, but he was good man that knew his son.
There is no mourning, because for the next 30 days or so, I just need to "dad" and help my wife be with her family (quarantine and all) and keep the kids sane and removed from quite this level of reality.
But I thank you all. For a virtual record shop, a bunch a people listening to the album's in the basements of their youth and still connected to all the art and music that might yet come and the joy of creation still. I can't play Time Out, but he might have liked this -- or maybe thought it was too modern
I'm thankful for you all. For each small kindness or sense of welcome you've shown to me or others please know it counts.
All the love and white light
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