The only album my parents owned that wasn`t classical music was this one :
Unluckily for them, at my insistence, they were forced to sit through hours of Bob Dylan, but then suddenly one afternoon my Dad asked me about the lyrics of I Pity The Poor Immigrant. It was like he was saying, "This young American upstart with the horrible voice is actually singing something quite interesting."
It was an exceptional father/son moment that I`ll never forget.
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