what I remember most, is my Dad was tired. He was a carpenter and worked 10 hour days and would come home exhausted and lie on the couch and want to wind down and watch the news. Often he was a bear about it, and territorial about his couch - no sharing. If you did sit at the very end of the couch, near his feet, you would be assaulted with toxic fart fumes.
In his younger days he had weekend energy and we'd go camping, and meet other families and have cookouts and stuff. It was great. Fishing, boating and I remember visiting an Indian reservation where I was allowed to throw an axe and shoot a shotgun that blew me backwards onto my ass, to much adult hilarity.
His older days seemed to be his attempts to collect toys; the big truck, the boat, the camper van, and lots of things. He seemed very happy spending money, but never seemed very happy. He'd have bursts of energy, inspiration and be a jolly motivated kind of person quickly followed by episodes of depression on the couch watching the news. I loved him most on the highs and always wanted that Daddy around. I endured the grouch on the couch until he became inspired again.
Anyways, music was a love in life. He had, well I think, atrocious taste in music. And as his child I'm allowed to say that because the man tortured me into making some lousy and desperate music choices of my own purely for escape. I at least have youth as my excuse. I often think his way of ensuring I went out to play and left the house was to put his Boxcar Willie 8-tracks on. I remember the long weekends of almost a year of non-stop Roger Whittaker. As a result, however, I lust after men with deep, soulful voices, as in my young childhood I fell in love with Lou Rawls. That was my sister's 8-track though, not Dad's.
I've included a list of some of the songs I put up with and have never really appreciated. I can sing them, even enjoy them for a fleeting moment before I remember the lonely hours in the woods behind my house playing alone, waiting for the dreaded music to stop. Listen for yourself...No you must! Click some of these and listen to them. Even a few seconds will do...
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