My Grandfather loves big band music. If his current collection is any indication I don’t think he’s ever purchased anything else. I can understand his attachment, there’s nothing quite like listening to the Glenn Miller Orchestra performing “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” or Benny Goodman rocking out with “One O’Clock Jump” to stir up images of swing dancing, patriotism, and the nostalgic America he grew up in. I remember Grandma and Grandpa dancing in the living room when we went to visit. They would foxtrot and two-step to all of their old favorites and did a wonderful job of passing that love on to their children. My mom says she remembers learning to jitterbug when she was just five years old. I don’t know if my dad started that young, but to see he and my mom together now he may as well have! It’s a style of music that just makes you want to get up and be a part of it. I regret that I have no grace and cannot follow in their footsteps, but I still enjoy the music in my own way, playing tunes like “Pennsylvania 6-500″ in Jazz Band, going to outdoor big band concerts, and watching movies that showcase the era, like Swing Kids