Dad adored music and dancing but couldn’t sing a note or, at least, claimed he couldn’t.
When he retired in 1981, he took over a good few household chores. Washing up was his forte and he liked to do it alone to music.
Those were the days of cassette tapes and he spent hours making new tapes by recording songs he particularly liked. So, there are boxes and boxes of his favorites, all meticulously labelled and timed to perfection.
I am fortunate enough to have them and a few of his old cassette players. It’s so uplifting to delve in and find a tape and lash into chores I hate like the ironing with one of his collections playing at high volume.
I guess this is why I haven’t ever embraced Spotify or the like.
I doubt he ever thought any one else would get such pleasure from his hobby and musical passion.