The Promise Land

There’s a place in this world that will always be home.  It’s on a hillside in the green caps of coastal range by a brush covered creek.  Along a gravel road to the top of the world, where you could probably reach up and touch heaven.

Oh the water, I hope it don’t rain all day.  It stoned me, to my soul, it stoned me just like jellyroll, and it stoned me.

The misty fog covered mountain smell fills your nose.  The constant sound of water.  The true fountain of youth.  It’s in those hills. Of course only in a matter of speaking.  Down on the northfork everything seems to make you feel young and alive, even if it’s in a memory.  And that’s why we call it jellyroll.

Take it away Van…

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Well, this little dirt cowboy will turn brown in his saddle if he doesn’t get some more music posted.  Sorry if you’ve been waiting to see what’s next on the jukebox in my dad’s ears.

There’s some music on here that is purely authentic.  Another cover in the books, but my dad is crazy about this guy’s rendition of “Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.”  Dad says, “watch this guy rock out, he’s really gettin’ into it ain’t he?”  I love the song, and yes this guy really comes from the “end of the world to your town.”


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Oh Jackie

Go ahead and click this link here…

Go ahead seriously.


Since I couldn’t get a video to post for this song I have to do it this way.  I know you’ve all been getting used to the music videos that I post, and I’m sorry but I’m being blocked by certain companies that own the rights to the music.  At least you’ll be able to multitask now.  Just listen to this song while you can check out other parts of this blog.  Like for instance the new “lets get the ball rolling” page that is up.  Now you can tell me some of the songs that your fathers are listening to.

I wanna take a minute to thank you all for stopping by “my father’s radio” I’ll continue to post new and exciting content as I come across it.  And make sure to subscribe to my blog so you can get updates on when I post. Thanks!

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Full circle

For some of us it is easier to see ourselves than others. The self-awareness to catch your mirrored image in passing panes. What an eerie feeling to catch a glimpse of God. To understand that we all come from one thing, is understandably unbelievable.
When you look at your reflection long enough you start to disappear. All lines become lost in endless patterns. Only then will you truly see “yourself” for what “we” are…

The same.

-Justin Charles Fredrickson

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better than moonshine

Dad’s getting into the mix now and throwing in some new favorites.
Some songs are fun, some songs are sad, and some songs just tell it like it is.









“When you can’t find the light,
That got you through the cloudy days,
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright,
You feel like you’ve lost you’re way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Well you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.”

Good choice pops!

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Fire crotch

I can’t put together a catalog of my dad’s favorite music without including Stevie Ray Vaughan. That would be like building a house without the foundation. It would be like having a car without wheels. It would be like having a list of my dad’s favorite music without his all time favorite musician.

I’m sure there are better examples of stevie’s music, but I highly doubt that this will be the last SRV song I post. Now turn them speakers up and get caught in the crossfire.

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Son of a…

There are a good handful of real sailors in the family, and this is one of my father’s favorites, so I can’t rob you of a great jimmy buffett song. This goes out to all the navy boys ‘n girls that I know.

I thought that the picture was a good representation of  the hard life out on the sea. Hope you all enjoy.

Too bad they wont let me post the original with the bells in it.  Dad always loves to “air” ring the bell.  “Hear the bells ring, as the tight rigging sings, It’s a son of a gun of a chorus!”

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