Remembering my dad.
He used to listen to Lakota songs, and other Native recordings on his quad hifi.
One speaker hung in each corner of the family room, suspended from decorative hangers he had made of rope and beads.
I think the name for that is ‘macrame.’
He also listened to a lot of opera. His music drove me nuts when I was a kid, but now I quite like both opera and this Lakota song.
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