Records, as any one who knows the Browns will testify, are in our blood. A recent visit to my parents found us rifling through my parents collection as we chatted about classical music in general and string quartets in particular.
The above record caught my father's attention, and he was off reminiscing about the trip to Greece when the bus driver played a recording by this woman. They managed to find the LP and bring it back with them, and played it many times that I am aware of.
Such is the power of music; when our memories fail us on simple yet important things, music will not.