There are stories that have to happen to you so that you can believe them. What happened to me today qualifies for a fairy tale from digger's heaven. so my dad knows this older lady from the neighborhood, sometimes goes to have a coffee with her. she's well into her 70s, if not already eightys. last time he went there, he noticed her record collection. he himself is a little bit into jazz, so when he saw some ellington records on the wall, he asked her about it. she told him it was the records of her husband who had passed away some years ago. when my dad left, she asked him if he knew someone who'd appreciate having them... today we went there, and i didn't know what to expect, so i prepared for some decent records mixed with a bunch of crap. it turned out to be a life time collection of pure jazz, about 250 lps, plus a bunch of 10 and 7 inches, all originals, and about 200 tapes. the lady told me her husband had been into jazz since the early 40s, listening to it secretely as it was forbidden in nazi germany back then. she too has been a fan all her life, told me about some stan getz and chris barber concerts, but she didn't touch the records once after he died as it triggered memories. she was happy to give me the whole collection, and didn't want to have a single cent for it. i promised her not to sell anything in return, which she was very happy about too. there's a whole lot of great albums in there; monk, getz, larkin, mulligan, bruback, bassie, fitzgerald, garner, and the list goes on. i feel very humbled right now. peace
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