Let’s get the ball rolling

 

Alright, let’s start talking about what our dad’s are listening to.  I’m opening the flood gates for everyone who’s listening at home to throw in their own content.  I wanna know who has the best stuff.  Don’t just give me a song, throw a story in as well.  I’ll decide who has the best dad song story and the winner’s will be posted on the blog.  So let the memories fly and hit me with your best shot.

One Response to Let’s get the ball rolling

  1. heatheryray says:

    My dad, Kerry, had an early 1980-something Ford truck. I was 5 or 6 years old and there were no seat-belt laws yet, or they were new laws which you don’t really have to follow. The cab of that truck was huge to me. If my brother wasn’t with us, I could fully stretch my legs out on the bench seat and sit right by my dad, my back to his side. He could put his arm around me and still shift gears. This was my favorite way to sit, close to dad and I didn’t have to worry about my knees getting bopped by the huge shifter. If it was hot outside, I’d kick off my shoes and sit with my back to the passenger door and dad would rest his hand on my ankles between shifts. The vinyl seat would put imprints on the backs of my bare legs. I thought this was neat because there was a flower pattern.

    I’d put his tape case in my lap and try to read the covers and the inserts. I knew which songs were on which tapes. My favorite tape was Billy Joel’s Glass Houses. The image on the front featured Billy Joel wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He looked like he was getting ready to lob something through some glass. This image resembled my dad…I’d seen him throw things at other things. The best part of this tape was the intro – the sound of breaking glass. The second best thing was the very first song – You May Be Right.

    You May Be Right told me everything I needed to know about being “crazy.” Crazy was fun. My dad loved to sing and act crazy during this song. Eyebrow wiggling, shoulder shrugging, steering wheel and dash drumming, silly driving if we weren’t on a busy road. And the way he loved to sing the word lunatic loudest….”but it just may be a LOOOOOOON-AH-TIC yer lookin’ fooooorrrr.” I knew somehow in my kindergarten brain that this song gave him permission to be himself instead of all the other things he had to be during his day.

    Friday night I crashed your party
    Saturday I said I’m sorry
    Sunday came and trashed me out again
    I was only having fun
    Wasn’t hurting anyone
    And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

    I’ve been stranded in the combat zone
    I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
    Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
    And you told me not to drive
    But I made it home alive
    So you said that only proves that I’m insane

    You may be right
    I may be crazy
    But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
    Turn out the light
    Don’t try to save me
    You may be wrong for all I know
    But you may be right

    Remember how I found you you there
    Alone in your electric chair
    I told you dirty jokes until you smiled
    You were lonely for a man
    I said take me as I am
    ‘Cause you might enjoy some madness for a while

    Now think of all the years you tried to
    Find someone to satisfy you
    I might be as crazy as you say
    If I’m crazy then it’s true
    That it’s all because of you
    And you wouldn’t want me any other way
    You may be right
    I may be crazy
    But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
    It’s too late to fight
    It’s too late to change me
    You may be wrong for all I know
    But you may be right

    You may be right
    I may be crazy
    But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
    Turn out the light
    Don’t try to save me
    You may be wrong for all I know
    But you may be right
    You may be wrong but you may be right
    You may be wrong but you may be right

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