I've always loved the big bands. Benny Goodman, Harry James, Glenn Miller, those guys knew how to swing. Margie and I used to dance to their tunes until the late hours.
Margie stayed in the house we bought together. She never tired of the old songs. After the war I was always with her, listening to those swinging beats.
The kid who bought the place is always playing "rap". Sometimes I get so pissed that I start throwing crap around. He tells his buddies that his bass is moving things.
One of these days I'm gonna murder the little bastard.