The Little Shoemaker
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The record player was in the corner of the living room where my mother did the ironing. When she bought it, they gave her a free record of The Little Shoemaker, by some middle-aged white-guy singing group on Mercury. She used to listen to The Little Shoemaker while she was ironing, so that was the only place where I could listen to my new Varèse album.
