Thank You Dads. You're Important to us ALL.

Thank You Dads. You're Important to us ALL.

The month of June is upon us, and in June we all get ready to celebrate Fathers Day.

A little over a year ago my life changed greatly. I lost my father after 26 years of him always being there. It was a change that you can never be ready for, and a pain that one can never really get over.

My dad was one awesome person. He was the one who introduced me to the world of music that I love so much. My dad was a bass player for as long as I can remember. He used to tell me about all the times he would play in the 1970s, and all the great people he met and musicians he knew. He and I would discuss all types of music and he would always take time to explain to me how musicians talk to each other on stage without ever saying a word.

Through him I got encouragement to accept different types of music and enjoy the tranquility it brought to me. He introduced me to bands I still listen to today. Artists such as Rush, Kiss, ZZ Top, Boston, The Doobie Brothers Lynyrd Skynyrd, Blue Oyster Cult, Manfred Man, and Dr. John.

As I grew up, I played in band in school and my dad was always there to see our concerts. I learned to read music and he always told me how jealous he was of my ability to do that. He would eventually take me to see ZZ Top (which was our first concerts together). He had always promised me that we would see them together as it was kind of tradition in our family to go see ZZ Top with dad at least once, and this concert did not disappoint.

Years later, I would get Dad and myself second row seats to a Pat Benatar concert. He got a pick from the bassist, and was able to plant a kiss on her hand. He recalled that memory fondly throughout the years.

Once I was seventeen I finally got my first real drum set. My dad bought them for me and said "Okay son, learn on these and we will go out and get you a really super nice set to play once you get better. " It was shortly after that Caleb and I formed Meet Me In The Matinee. Dad was very supportive of the idea. He even allowed us to practice on the top floor of the house and it was very loud and could easily interrupt anything going on downstairs. Dad never once complained.

We would soon move to the garage and my dad made sure it was heated, air conditioned, and we always had a place to practice. Dad was our biggest fan. He would come to as many shows as possible, and would come hang out while we practiced, and sometimes played with us when we would jam.

Dad was always a bright spot and would give us all kinds of feedback, both positive and negative. One of the last big and best memories music-related with my dad was a trip that he, I, and Josh took to see the Doobie Brothers in Wheeling WV. We took an all day adventure up north and had 4th row seats. He kept a smile the entire night and sat in his seat and had a great time. We talked about the concert the entire way back and I even snatched up a set list for him on my way out. He kept it in a special spot in the house and I still have it to this day.

I could keep going on and on with stories of how music connected me and my father, but it's way too much to write out. I have so many stories I could tell, and I hold on to them fondly. Without my dad in my life I wouldn't know music the way I do, and I wouldn't be as happy or as lucky as I have been in life. Every time I hear "Listen To The Music" I think of Dad and his famous saying that I heard every time I picked up my sticks. "Play something fast I'm in a hurry".

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