My dad and I share a lot of music. We can talk about everything from which Led Zeppelin record is the best (he swears it’s their first) to what Jack White’s been up to or how insane the Flaming Lips’ live show is. Every now and then I share something new with him, like the new Fleet Foxes record, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s introduced to me.
Growing up, he would bring home CDs that he knew we needed to hear. His impulse buys are the reason I got into a lot of good music at a young age. He’s also the reason I listen to jazz and blues. I’ve bought tons of CDs and records myself and learned a lot on my own, but without that introduction, I might not have.
These are a few albums from my own collection that my dad gets all the credit for: