Today I’ve been listening to some old CCR records (well, on CD) and I’m in a really good mood. Willy and the Poor Boys?!? C’mon! Anyway, I text messaged my dad to tell him how it was making my day and that I’d basically come to the conclusion that I don’t want to listen to new music for a while. There’s something super inspirational about old music (sorry if any of you reading were in your prime in those days…I’m not calling you old). When you strip it down to the instruments, (I guess with a ton of reverb on John’s vocals) something happens, you hear something great. It’s pure, it’s real.
I could go into that a lot more, but that’s not the point of the blog…ha ha. Oops.
Anyway, my dad texts me back saying I made him smile. I know it’s just a little thing, but man, do you know what that does for a little girl’s heart? Wonders. The sun is shining today, and it’s 65 degrees, but that right there brightened my day more than sunshine ever could. It got me thinking about all the hard things we’ve been through: the moments where he’d have to send me back to my mom after spending only a couple months together…
I’ve been a little emotional about it since yesterday when I overheard a gentleman talking to his coworker about having to be without his little girl. He only gets to see her once a year also. He expressed that it tears him apart inside and that’s something you don’t regularly hear from a grown man. But boy did it bring back the memories. Here at 23. And now, having spent the last 10 years able to see my dad far more often, I’m leaving again…and I know it’s going to be hard on both of us.
I just met him down at Hoffman’s and we bummed around playing with a nifty Korg Synth, talking about this rad new Line6, looking at sweet Roland amps. On the way there I rolled down my windows, blasting ZZTop, reminiscing about the days we’d do the rounds from shop to shop (oh good lyrics right there). Those were good days: when I was little, getting to know Stevie Ray and Clapton, Kansas, Journey, and others. When 96.9 was the classic rock station. Dad, I really loved those days.
This is where we relate. We both have an insatiable passion and love for music. And if my love for it makes him smile, I’ll love it even more.
Dad, I love you. Thanks for introducing me to this gift called music. I wouldn’t be the same without it.