It’s summer 2006. I’m sitting in the back of my Dad’s blue Peugeot 407, next to my brother as we’re driving uphill to a remote village in Northern Italy. It’ll be the farthest I’ve ever been from home. We’re here for our family holidays. And, if I remember correctly, we only have three albums in… Continue reading Same same but different: Listening to ‘The Paul Simon Anthology’ then and now
The Dad Anthology 