My Dad and I knew practically every word to every song.
From the empty streets, down past the shop displays of For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her, to the dark deserted station, restless in anticipation of A Poem on the Underground Wall, my dad and I lent our distinctive twang to some classic music. Harmonies that are present on the LP's we were listening to may not have been as apparent in our family room, but they were there. And we most certainly had a groovy thing going on.
In short, what's not to like about listening and singing along to some classic tunes in your family room? Nothing I can. And like a poem poorly written, we may have sounded like couplets out of rhyme(or tune) we sang anyway, and had a blast doing it.
P.S. 9000 points to anyone who can name all the songs I referenced in the above post.
P.P.S. Happy Birthday Dad.
Well, I suppose I could try to name all the songs, but I think all my words would come back to me in shades of mediocrity. And if I missed one, I'd be afraid I would cry out in my anger and my shame, and maybe write a poem comprised of four letters. So, I'll just leave this comment to measure what we've lost. Thanks for the well wishes.
ReplyDeletep.s. Nice photo of the boys, by the way. Long ago, it must be. Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you.
well put Dad, well put.
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