Now I seriously start thinking about it, I also noticed that my choice changed a little over the years.
Must have been 45 years ago, when I only listened to Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash and Johnny Cash.
You know: The Tennessee Three!
My Mom never complained when I spend my last money on another new album.
Nor did she complained, when I played them loud, cause she sang 'em all, word for word, together with me.
Yes, like it used to be, right in the kitchen. Good old times!
Later I started collecting The Seldom Scene, The Newgrass Revival, The Nitty Gritty Dirtband, John Prine, you name it.

I like something completely different what I wanna hear at my own funeral: Jim Hall & Red Mitchel - Blue Dove.
A live recording in a small jazzclub.
Woooow, that's the ultramostbeautiful arrangement I can imagine of just two fabulous musicians, jamming on just a folksong with a simple melody.

The really strangest thing is, that I've been listening to someone for more than 45 years on and on, day after day and I don't even like him at all.
But I just keep on doing it. And it's horrible. Brrrr.
To myself.....