Sadly, all of our cassette players have broken down over the years. “Do we have something I can play these on?” And when he lifted the big cassette rack out from underneath the Typical Guy Pile of Things That Should Have Been Thrown Away Years Ago, he was floored by an entire section devoted to Billy Joel.Īverage Joe: There's always room for more love in the heart of a dad I’ve held on to my cassette collection for years for purely sentimental reasons. The Youngest was eager to help me knock out an overdue task, reorganizing my basement workshop area, in part because it meant uncovering some older relics of my own lifelong interest in music. So yes, son, about those lottery numbers. At that very moment (on 91.3, of course), “A Boy Named Sue” popped up on the radio. I explained that the newer car did not have a CD player, and I did not have the song loaded on my phone. About two years ago, we were out running errands and he asked if I could play Johnny Cash’s “A Boy Named Sue” for him. His face lights up whenever he hears the familiar trumpet intro to “Ring of Fire.” His number one request from ages 8 to 10 was The Who’s “Pinball Wizard.”Īnd then there’s that eerie sense of song premonition. King or Johnny Cash CD for those short drives. He’s been this way since preschool, requesting that I pop in a B.B.
We’re both old souls, warmly appreciative of music from across the eras. Average Joe: Who needs Netflix when the bird feeder is hopping with natural entertainment?
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