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A story of how I grew up, and a musical playlist to spread a little happiness 


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Stupidly Happy

Growing up, music was ever present in my house. To my father, Franco Bolelli, listening to music was no less important than breathing. The notes coming from the record player filled our apartment for many hours every day. This means I was exposed to music from every conceivable genre and time period.

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Jorma Osteen

Well I just wrote an elaborate response to this post only to accidentally wipe it before hitting post. A lesson in humility I suppose. I'll just leave it at this.... it was the same in my house growing up and I'm eternally grateful for it. Great post Danieli.