My dad has great taste in music. Sometimes I find his choices questionable like certain Linkin Park albums or his inexplicable, unironic love of Enya. But I love my dad and I love listening to these albums because they make me think of him and that I should probably replace these albums. Or at least feel some guilt for stealing them. Why didn't I just buy them? That's an excellent question. One that I don't have an answer for.
Peter Gabriel, "So." 1986.
Tom Jones, "Reload." 1999.
The Beatles, "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band." 1967.
Now that I've come clean, I'd understand if you wanted me to replace these, Dad. These are three pretty amazing albums and I robbed you of the joy they bring. So... I guess I just gave away what you're getting for Christmas this year. You didn't read this. "Read what, Kath?" Exactly, Dad. I love you. Thank you for bringing such wonderful music into my life. I can never thank you enough.