My Musician of a Father
My dad was a musician back when he was young and he met my mom at one of his gigs back then. He was in a jazz band in college and while they were playing in a bar near the school of my mom, they met and they never parted ways ever again. After they graduated from college though and started a family reality came in for my dad and quit his band. He had a regular job and was contented in raising his children and being a good husband.
Once when I was helping in spring cleaning I saw a stack of cheap jazz CDs in the attic. My mom told me that my dad collected them back when we were in middle school. She didn’t know why he stopped and just let the CDs gather dust. I took them out of the boxes, looked for rarer but cheap CDs in music stores and I placed them in our living room. When my dad saw it I saw how touched he was with the gesture.
Tags: jazzing it up, making music