Today marks a year since my grandfather (who raised me) passed away so I thought I'd share a little story about him instead.
A couple of years prior I decided I was going to be the ideal granddaughter and bring music back into my grandfather's life.
In his time Larry was a music fiend. He made hundreds of mixed tapes and always had the best and most expensive audio systems. As a child, he encouraged me to take music lessons, and introduced me to my favourite musicals - The Sound of Music, The Wizard of Oz, Rags to Riches.
When I grew older he helped me buy my first walkman, he got Worldspace before it was cool (if that was even a thing) but eventually technology got the better of him and the house turned quiet.
I decided I would create a playlist of all the songs I remember him listening to and loving, thinking this is going to take me up so many notches on the favourite grandkid scale, these other fools are not even gonna know what hit them. I spent days researching and downloading songs to my grandparents' laptop - Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Gene Kelly, Nat King Cole, Elvis, the works. I sat him down one afternoon at our dining table and pressed play (rather chuffed with myself, not going to lie) and the first two songs played but as the third song began, he looked right at me and snapped -
"What's all this old shit? Play something new."