@soix,
I played trumpet in a Jazz band for years in my early days and it didn’t do anything to help me appreciate music any better. Growing up, there was always music playing in our home, my dad was thrilled when his console stereo got delivered, I remember him giving the 3 delivery guys a cigar and a 5 dollar bill each. This was back in 1963. It was a Magnavox tube unit. Didn’t sound bad. I played many of my own records on it until I bought my first system at the age of 16. All of my music appreciation came from that console stereo, with my dad playing Chubby Checker and lots of Johnny Cash. Every Sunday morning, my dad played some FM ststion thst featured 3 hours of Armenian Music. God how I hated it, it sounded awful but mom and dad loved it. Mom and dad were, you guessed it, Armenian.
