In 1989, I was eight years old. On Christmas morning I woke up at about 5 o’clock and started to tiptoe on my way downstairs, but did not make it very far before my parents noticed and told me to go back to bed. That just did not happen, I was too excited… But it was very clear that the day was not beginning until my parents were up and ready.
I don’t know why I picked this album, but I’m very glad that I did. I threw it on a turntable that I had gotten from my grandparents, one of those 80s era Krosley type deals that was a turntable, radio, and cassette player. I plugged in my little headphones and listened to this album and it’s entirety. The sun was just starting to come up during the last song, as Mac and the choir were singing “I believe in music, I believe in love” over and over again.
A little over half an hour later, I was unwrapping my very first guitar.
It just doesn’t seem like Christmas anymore without this album.
Whoever you are and wherever you are, and whatever you are or are not celebrating, I hope this year is the best!
And I hope you believe in music.
I hope you believe in love.