Music was and is a huge part of my family. I started to write poetry (albeit not very well), because of the music that surrounded me in my house from the first days I can remember.
My brother is a pretty accomplished guitarist and singer, my dad was a self-taught musician who could play just about anything, but then again, my dad could do just about ANYTHING, and I dabble (though dance is more my thing). And there just never was a day without music in my life, ever. As a child, we camped every summer with my extended family. We had one of those pop-out trailers and I remember when we upgraded to one that had a shower. It was the talk of the campground! What I most remember though is my dad playing around the campfire each night before bedtime. We would sing and roast marshmallows and even then, I recognized how special it was. Sometimes kids don’t recognize that stuff in its moment. But somehow I did. I write this today with a sad heart of the passing of David Bowie because I have an extremely vivid memory of that first time I heard his music. My dad played a very stripped-down version of Space Oddity on his acoustic guitar. There was always music he was playing that I didn’t know or recognize. I was young…maybe 10 or so…and I remember how affected I was by the lyrics to that song, how sad it was, which led to all kinds of questions. What happened? Did he die in space? But what about his family? He just left them like that? And I actually cried about it. I’ll never forget what my father said (I’m paraphrasing the exact words—THAT I don’t remember). He said that sometimes people sacrifice what they love the most because it is the right thing to do. That there are true heroes that still exist, even if our world seemed rather selfish at the moment. My dad was and will forever be my hero. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. I dedicate this blog to both him and David Bowie.
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1/11/2016 10:54:08
Poignant and on the mark as always, RB. Heroes walk among us, unsung perhaps, but their legacy is forever. xox
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R.B.
1/12/2016 15:04:26
Thank you, Shelby--for taking the time to read and for commenting. I also like your reference about Freddie Mercury you mentioned in another post. Two heroes. Two legends.
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J
1/11/2016 11:16:09
Wow.
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R.B.
1/12/2016 15:05:02
I'm never sure if WOW is a good thing or a bad thing with you...care to elaborate?
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Master
1/11/2016 11:24:50
You know what, Rb? You are a special person. Remember that, will you?
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R.B.
1/12/2016 15:05:45
I couldn't respond to this yesterday...too emotional. Thank you. I appreciate that sweet comment, especially coming from you.
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1/11/2016 13:38:47
What great memories! Music is such a valuable part of society--the soundtrack to our own lives in many ways. It's fascinating to me how one song can bring back so much feeling and invoke a flashback to a time long in the past. Thanks for sharing!
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R.B.
1/12/2016 15:07:00
You nailed it, Amber. Music touches us in so many different ways...it's right up there with great writing and literature. It is what connects us as humans and people before anything else.
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1/11/2016 17:55:47
RB you have a wonderful way with words. You brought back my own memories of my dad who is my hero too. It just goes to show what a hero really is in the eyes of one that loves.
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R.B.
1/12/2016 15:08:11
Awwww. Thank you, Dakota. Dads are quite special people, especially good dads! Would love to hear more about you dad, YOUR hero...Thanks for stopping by.
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S.D.
1/12/2016 20:49:12
That made me cry. Beautiful writing.
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Angel Rose
4/21/2016 06:42:42
What a beautiful story❤️
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Poignant memories, and lovely ones for you to have. I was prompted to come here by your FB post and I'm glad I did. Awaiting the Father's Day arrival of one of my daughters, and I can appreciate how you feel that loss. But they can't take away the memories, can they?
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6/19/2016 12:36:20
Beautiful post. My dad is a musician - a bass player - and I also grew up with the sound of him playing live music with his band downstairs in the living room. There is something so comforting about hearing live music now that I will always link to my dad.
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6/19/2016 16:28:55
Beautiful! Music can really be great memories. Must share...
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6/21/2016 04:03:57
Beautiful post. My dad passed away when I was a teen. He was my hero and my best friend. Reading your post brought me to tears, happy tears.
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