My biggest Sunday memories were of being woken up to music on my dad's stereo, before a special breakfast. He loved everything, so it might have been opera, jazz, folk, classical, dixieland, etc.
Also, we were lucky to live where there were many venues for music. So, we might go and see jazz, flamenco, or even Russian dance and music. Maybe at the Hollywood Bowl, or a small venue, or even restaurant.
One year for Christmas, my mom got my dad a snare drum. Suit and tie at work, then drumming from the couch with records on the weekends. Yep, lots of music, lol!
No, I haven't, and I was in L.A. during the '84 Olympics. I'll have to look it up, thanks!
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