A "stream of consciousness" observation on music and how we relate to it. How we purchase, listen to and enjoy music is changing. What does it mean to be a music fan in a world where every song, performance and video is literally at your fingertips? I hope to be a guide to this new world of musical experience. Featuring tunes and comments about artists, old and new in nearly every genre.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Someday Never Comes
My Father, Robert Chadwick, passed away 14 years ago, Pearl Harbor Day 1997 at the age of 64. I wasn't raised by my Dad. My mother did double duty, which must have been tough for a single working mom. My Dad wasn't much of a Dad, at least until the end of his life. And even then, he was more comfortable as a "pal" than a "parent." I was determined that, if and when, I became a Parent I would break the cycle of neglect that my Dad inherited from his Dad, who was an incredibly neglectful parent himself. That cycle was never summed up better than in the words of possibly John C. Fogerty's most personal song. "Someday Never Comes" from CCR's 1970 Mardi Gras album.
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