My Mom was 36 when I was born in 1952. She had a collection of LPs she played while doing housework when I was a kid- Tommy Dorsey, Glen Miller, Spike Jones, Dixieland, John Phillip Sousa marches and all kinds of eclectic stuff on compilation albums. She liked solid rock and roll and was good with my bands practicing downstairs at our house in Athens, GA. Thanks, Mom! My Dad, on the other hand, couldn't pat his foot in time with the beat. Nice try, Dad!
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