It's my turn to be the puppy... I mean, the teacher...

Poor Annika. My 6-year-old daughter couldn't remember what she was supposed to be playing with her older sister before school this morning (it turned out to be "dance class" and not "veterinarian clinic").
I shared a little of her confusion when deciding today's choice of music.
If you continue reading this blog regularly (and I would discourage such an approach, unless you have a high tolerance for tedium) you will learn that I make CD mixes. It's a hobby and a stress reliever. When completed, I often post my mix creations on the wonderful Art of the Mix Web site, where like-minded mixers critique and comment. It's like my wife getting together with quilting friends. Sort of.
Anyway, I plan on a pair of mixes for this spring: a 1950s rock collection and a 1960s Jamaican collection and before collecting the tracks I want to make PERFECTLY SURE about the song selection
Problem: I couldn't decide which genre to delve into today as mix preparations continue.
Solution: Both! As I drove to work I listened to some early Sun Records recordings, such as Warren Smith's "Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache" from 1957 and Sonny Burgess' "Ain't Got a Thing" from 1956.
Later, during my midday walk, I strapped on the headphones and strolled to songs such as Ike Bennett & The Crystalites' organ-driven "Illya Kuryakin" from 1968 and Prince Buster's hilarious "Hard Man Fe Dead" from 1966.
So, returning to the earlier analogy about Annika's playtime dilemma, I was able to be both the puppy *AND* the teacher.