A lovely text by Mark Richardson about how music that old people had listened to in the past affects them when they're old. He played his father one of his favourite songs from his youth: "He smiled at first and sang along for a moment, and then his face went blank. It seemed as if he were pulling away from the present, letting the sound bypass his consciousness and arrive at some far reach of his brain, a place where it had been printed a half-century ago and then left alone".