Dad and Music

I was saying on facebook last night one of the many, many things I miss about my Dad was not being able to call him and ask him the name of a song. Now I'm stuck googling it. If Dad was around he'd have told me not only the name of the song, the band, the lead singer but, more than likely, he'd have a story to go along with it. When Otis Redding died, Dad was in the Army. He threw an Otis party spinning records and drinking beer all night long. He loved Otis. Dad didn't get in the car without putting the radio (or cd, tape or 8-track) on. I've said it before, his music was always on and doo wop, Dean Martin, oldies, 40's, 50's all were the soundtrack of most of my life. I have a vast appreciation for a variety of music thanks to him. (It's funny, though, as he didn't like jazz, which I love. He also liked new country, which I don't. I prefer Johnny Cash and old country. I was often surprised to hear about the new albums he'd buy after heading a new song on the radio. He was always buying music in some form.) I miss him very much but you can still catch me playing his cds, whistling his favorites, singing them out loud and wondering what the story would be.