Ahhh, music! I do love some good music. Matter of fact it doesn't even have to be that good. 
I recall a time when I'd mush down the Copper and stop at Harry Boyden's old cabin. He'd always have a pot of mulligan on and after we'd eaten and caught up on the news he'd go set up a phonograph cylinder on his Victrola. Harry loved Gloria Swanson. Once in awhile an old Ahtna friend, Frank Charley or Old Nicolai would stop in, they liked to hear the "canned white man" (or lady) sing.  
Maybe I'll take a trip down to the Fair this year. I haven't been for awhile. I'll have one of the grandkids drive me, they don't mind all that chaos.