one year, i went with my sisters to visit my grandparents in haiti. my grandmother was haitian. my grandfather austrian. they had lived in haiti many years. at the time, they were living in a modest two story house in a quiet, hilly, rocky neighborhood on the outskirts of the capital.

i had purchased the rolling stone's album "some girls" earlier in the day while on city excursion with my cousins. i bought it for the art. what did i know about the stones? not a thing, except that it was a cool looking album and i was stoked.

i asked my grandmother if i could play my new record on the turntable in their living room. to my amazement she agreed. on it went and wow and man. it was my first introduction to any sort of music of that flavor and i was right there totally with them, totally into it. when the record was over, i turned, looked at my grandmother, and asked "may i play the album again, grandma ghis?" lol. not a chance.

:)

but that was ok.
she had greately impressed and scored big points with me that day.