Black Music Month, Day #19
As a young father raising three active kids clustered close in age, one needed survival techniques. Life was messy, challenging, and rewarding–all that good stuff. But I knew where to get help, where I always got
it: music. I wrote a song or a chant for every kid occasion: a time to go to bed song, a change the diaper song, a time to catch the school bus song, a “quit your belly-aching” song. Of course, soccer, basketball, swimming, football, baseball, track, crew, etc., was always a constant. But music was something through which I could share the intangible.
I wrote this song in honor of my granddaughter London’s birth. This scrapbook of father memories–from young, inexperienced dad to “ole head” granddad with the answers charts a life of pride and wonder. It’s sung by my youngest daughter Bridget, who is following me in the professional world of music. I dedicate this personal musical message to all the dedicated fathers out there doing the best they can to make it. Happy Fathers Day to you all.