by Emilia Diamant
I have clear memories of my parents dancing together in the kitchen of our two family home in Newton. They were in the middle of cooking dinner when they would stop for a quick dance break. There was always music playing in that house, from the three tiered CD/tape/record player in the living room, over the speakers my dad had wired into the kitchen. The artists below are ones I still associate with watching my parents dance, or swinging my arms around and singing at the top of my lungs in the other room while I waited for dinner:
Buena Vista Social Club
There’s probably more I’m forgetting.
The take-away? Music is part of my family. My parents are both music enthusiasts, and they passed it along to me–from singer songwriters to jazz to musical theater and most of the inbetweens.
They do not, however, seem to share my love of Nicki Minaj or Ke$ha.
Oh well, you can’t win ’em all.