Not music, this time, but music commentary (sort of), a philosophy of music, if you will: "On Music Appreciation."
One of the tasks of this weekly routine is to digitize old cassettes, and this is a bit of "Mark's Diary" from 1978-79, so I believe I was in 3rd grade at the time. I've edited it so as to keep it from being totally unbearable. Here I lament the current anti-artistic climate pervading current sleepovers and treat you to some musical comedy stylings. The straight man is my dad. I had no idea until listening back to this that apparently my "favorite song" of the time was an elevator music version of "Mrs. Robinson" by Simon and Garfunkel.