“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”
For my second year in the Peace Corps, my parents gifted me with a cassette player, you know, like the ones we all had, rectangular with the cassette opening on the front bottom. I got to choose my music. The songs I’ve posted today are from four albums I chose. I don’t remember any other albums because I played these just about every night. Later, my sister sent me a cassette of songs she had recorded. Most of them were released when I was in Ghana so the music was new. I remember Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head was one of those. Patrick, another volunteer, got a cassette from his mother, the soundtrack of Easy Rider. This perplexed him as he didn’t have a cassette player, and he couldn’t imagine his mother had picked the album. He gave it to me.
The gift of music was the best gift I ever received.