Ah, another unannounced gift! This time your Uncle Quincy. He’d recently suggested I swap out your sleep music for jazz, but I’m pretty certain he didn’t mean for me to play you this. Records don’t repeat all through the night like mp3s!
Well, there’s not a lot to say here. Of course you loved this album. It’s possible I’ve played you the digital before, not sure. But now you are cooler than mommy because you have it in vinyl. It was obviously fun for mama to listen, since she’s pretty darn familiar (I used to have a t shirt with this album artwork in it, in college). Will definitely enjoy for years to come!