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My Dad, Composer

I've recently discovered Brisbane's local classical music radio station, 4MBS. I've been listening to more classical music lately, prompted by my Mum sending me her massive classical CD collection last year.  I've been quite comfortable in my own, very small, classical music collection for years, but this was an opportunity to broaden my knowledge a bit.  That, and a growing frustration with commercial radio, its ads and its annoying presenters, got me switching stations lately, and I stumbled across 4MBS.

Listening to a lot more classical music, as well as listening to a recent program on 20th century composers, has got me thinking about my Dad, also a 20th century composer.  Sadly for Dad, my appreciation for classical music developed slowly, and as a child I wasn't generally interested, except for the piece with the kettle and the pot having an argument.  Dad will have to supply the name of it!!

I would now love to listed to all of Dad's works, especially as I know that he's a bit of a genius, so they're bound to be excellent.  I've started searching for published pieces, and there are a few on some compilations that I can get, but what I'd really like to do is climb up into Dad's attic, where I know he's got boxes of his recorded music, albeit on ye olde reels, and listen to all of his recordings. Perhaps the next time my brothers are visiting Dad they can climb up into the roof and find them?!

I would hope there is still someone, somewhere who could transfer it all to CD or mpg or whatever, so that we could listen to them.  Along with his painting and drawing, Dad has created a catalogue of amazing work that all of us kids can be really, really proud of. 

Our parents are pretty amazing, really.

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