Tuesday, April 12, 2011

And the grammy goes to: Musical inspiration c/o my dad

It's because of Joe I think that "Fields of Gold" is one of my very favorite songs. I like it so much that I often play it on repeat when I can't fall asleep.

Joe is my dad. And he goes through what my brother and I like to call "favorite album phases." In the '90s, he would pop MTV Unplugged or the best of Sting into the VCR every Saturday and turn on the surround sound so that the music came not out of the TV, but out of two oversized brown and black speakers on either side of the TV that were more or less my height (he still has these speakers and swears they are still the best).

Car rides were filled with weird indie music on University of Miami's College Radio and my dad would say, "wait wait wait, let's see if it's something good!" when we would ask him to pleeeeease change the station.
For years I was woken up on Sunday mornings to UB40's rendition of "Can't Help Falling in Love" or "Red Red Wine" or my personal favorite,

I saw you smile
Said I want to talk to you-oo-oo
For a little while...

Because of my father, I know almost all the words to almost all the songs on not one, but two of Steely Dan's albums, U2's Joshua Tree and believe it or not, Nelly Furtado's Loose. Yes, Joe was obsessed for a long while with the Portuguese Promiscuous Girl.

He bought the Grammy Nominees albums in 1995, 1996 and 1997 and I fell in love with the Smashing Pumpkins, Eric Clapton, Alanis Morissette and Boys II Men. Let's not forget Coolio. The looks on people's faces when I burst out singing Gangsta's Paradise never gets old. I have my father to thank for this.

Today, I looked at his Facebook page and judging by the new YouTube and Sound Cloud links he's posted, I'm guessing he's recently rediscovered the Beastie Boys. If he posts it, I'll listen. And I'll probably like it.


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