Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
When I was five my parents bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I quickly learned how to play it with my father's guidance. Thereafter my father regularly taught me all the good old fashioned songs.
Since my teen years I was interested in martial arts.
But some great records are are being made with today's technology and there are still great artists among us. Likewise there are artists today who are so reliant on modern technology they wouldn't have emerged when recording was more organic.
I could never have a better teacher in those days than my father.
Today's recording techniques would have been regarded as science fiction forty years ago.
No one else in our family was a professional musician so this took an enormous leap of faith on their part.
My dad's sense of humor was direct and sometimes surreal – his quick wit is well known amongst our family and friends. He raised me on Spike Jones records and W.C. Fields movies and his sense of humor fell somewhere in between.
Our last jam session was this past Christmas. Dad played his harmonica mom sang in English and Italian and I played guitar. I'm so happy that we could share that musical experience for one last time.
My father loved people children and pets.
Computers have virtually replaced tape recorders.
