My whole family is into music. My brother’s iPod is stuffed with all kinds of music (genres: unknown/too varied to list here). Hubby thinks Bryan Adams is the cat’s own whiskers (or maybe I ought to change that to a dog idiom as Hubby detests cats). Dad and Mom love all the oldie goldie Malayalam songs and have vinyl records and cassette recordings to prove it.
I wonder – am I the only person in my family who hates songs? Continue reading “Music to My Ears”