{"id":855,"date":"2009-06-21T13:47:37","date_gmt":"2009-06-21T17:47:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.songsthatsavedyourlife.com\/?p=855"},"modified":"2009-09-30T17:08:22","modified_gmt":"2009-09-30T21:08:22","slug":"a-band-aid-for-leonard-cohen-or-happy-fathers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.songsthatsavedyourlife.com\/2009\/06\/21\/a-band-aid-for-leonard-cohen-or-happy-fathers-day\/","title":{"rendered":"A Band-Aid for Leonard Cohen: Or, Happy Father’s Day!*"},"content":{"rendered":"

A long time ago, Mcdonald’s used to give out these plastic lunchboxes.\u00a0 They weren’t special, and they certainly weren’t interesting (a quick Google search turns up no images of the things), but, for a time, I kept my whole world in mine.\u00a0 Then, at some point, probably around age four, I became aware of the difference between cassette tapes and the radio.\u00a0 My parents starting keeping more and more cassettes in the car, and, so, John Denver’s Greatest Hits<\/a> could remain in continuous play from the house to the car and back again.\u00a0 (This was, I assure you, a desired state of affairs at that age.)\u00a0 I had one or two cassettes of my own, Muppets and Twisted Sister, if I remember correctly, and I was particularly pleased when I would get the opportunity to play one of these tapes in the car.\u00a0 There’s something about having music at your command, wherever you might go, that’s just so magical.\u00a0 For a long time, my father and I loved a PBS concert<\/a> from Genesis’ Mama Tour.\u00a0 { Make sure to watch parts one and <\/em>two!} When we would put the cassette on in the car, I would be instantly transported back to the time we spent watching it, and that experience just fascinated me.\u00a0 As time went on, I became aware of the power of music to shape and enhance the otherwise mundane time spent traveling from home to school and back.\u00a0 But after a time, I needed something more…and that’s where my McDonald’s lunch box comes in.<\/p>\n

During the 80s, one of those most frequently used “bargain” gifts was the Cassingle<\/a>.\u00a0 It was an easy way to get the latest song by whoever (but at least once by the Beach Boys), and then some other thing that they forced on you like brussel sprouts at Thanksgiving.\u00a0 (Unless you were taping off the radio, of course.) I was no exception to the rule, and so acquired many unusual singles.\u00a0 To this day, I am hard pressed to account for the varied soundscape inside that lunch box.\u00a0 In no particular order, I had Genesis’ Mama <\/em>and We Can’t Dance <\/em>albums, Def Leppard’s Pyromania<\/em>, the We Are The World album, and then cassingles of the Beach Boys’ “Kokomo,” Bon Jovi’s “Bad Medicine,” Cyndi Lauper’s “All Through The Night,” Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy,” and something that said “.38 Special” on it that I have neither played, nor can I recollect the origin of. { When will the Beach Boys be brought before a commission in The Hague to answer for this song?}\u00a0 It was, to be sure, a weird mix of things.\u00a0 But at the time, it was an amazing thing to be able to drag around some songs and let them change the color of the night as my grandmother drove me here or there.\u00a0 Or, indeed, as my friend Tim and I would play at “being in a band” on his porch – often miming songs and fighting crime (as bands inevitably do) long into the night.\u00a0 *shrug*\u00a0 Some kids had books, and I had a box of cassettes.\u00a0 Life is funny.<\/p>\n

Over time, though, I realized that it was much more fun when you could drive around with someone who also loved what you were playing, and that it was particularly gratifying to find that you had made things better for them.\u00a0 (I have always loved those rare moments when people talk positively about some song I played for them, or gave to them, and count these things among my greater accomplishments.)\u00a0 Which is why it was always so wonderful to ride around with my Dad.\u00a0 There was, of course, Mama<\/em>, but Dad also loved Peter Gabriel’s So<\/em> (which I loved), Pink Floyd (any), and a host of other things I was learning about.\u00a0 These were some of the best drives ever, in my young life.\u00a0 At some point (around when Tom Petty’s “Free Falling” took over the radio), my father fell in love with Steve Winwood’s “Roll With It,” and I would often hear it back-to-back with Don Henley’s “End of the Innocence.”\u00a0 I had never been a Traffic<\/a> fan, but it was all worth it.\u00a0 Every time I hear these songs, now, which isn’t all that often, I am transported back to the car ride through Granite Village when I first put these songs on for my Dad.\u00a0 The smile that lit up his face is one that I know I will always hold on to.<\/p>\n

Most of the time, this is why I want to make mixes for the car.\u00a0 My art, as I’ve said before, is “setting the mood.”\u00a0 If I were in theatre, I would be the lighting designer.\u00a0 If I made movies, I would do soundtracks.\u00a0 It’s who I am. I’d love to be the star, sure, but I’m much more interested in the work that goes into setting the scene.\u00a0 These days, my desire to shape things has left me unable to sit through any prolonged period of silence.\u00a0 I listen to, and sing along with, music almost all of the time I’m in my car.\u00a0 I think carefully about what things to bring on road trips, and I make as many mixes as are required (either explicitly or mentally).\u00a0 There remains a fourteen part mix that was to last the drive from Massachusetts to Michigan when Dianna moved out there.\u00a0 All of this is why, incidentally, I can time any journey to my collection.\u00a0 I bet that, if you’ve driven around with me much, you’ll notice that I can almost always make the song end at the exact moment we arrive.\u00a0 It’s what I do.<\/p>\n

All of this is a bit ephemeral, but it was something that I realized has always stemmed from my father.\u00a0 I know that those early car rides, and my little lunch box of tapes, were what first led me to become obsessed with music.\u00a0 That smile on my father’s face was the first thing that made me realize I could do good <\/em>with my silly choices.\u00a0 The only other thing that has ever felt as good, in that regard, was driving along with my father through Chelmsford Center, singing along to the Counting Crows’ “Round Here,” and having my father say “You should sing more.\u00a0 It’s really good.”\u00a0\u00a0 Oddly enough, I was singing to the window – the bottom of the window – because I was hoping the sound wouldn’t travel as far.\u00a0 One other person has remarked on a similar experience, and, both times, I have felt lifted right off the earth.\u00a0 (So, thanks.)<\/p>\n

So, today, since I can’t be with my Dad, I’m trying to recreate him through a mix.\u00a0 It’s a pale simulation, sure, but it brings me back to where things were whole and beautiful.\u00a0 On occassion, I feel silly for feeling this way about something as simple as mix tapes and cassingles and lunch boxes… but when I find that they can bring my father’s smile back to me, then I know that I am truly blessed.\u00a0 So, thanks Dad, for giving me the means, and the desire, to find the songs that saved my life.<\/p>\n

(Happy Father’s Day.)<\/p>\n

*Yeah, that’s a really obscure reference in the title.\u00a0 We sort-of apologize.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

And since he’s not here to object…<\/p>\n

[youtube M89c3hWx3RQ nolink]<\/p>\n

One more:<\/p>\n

[youtube OPN59U1O4yI nolink]<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Some other posts about my Dad:<\/p>\n

R.E.M. – Sweetness Follows<\/a><\/p>\n

R.E.M. – Wendell Gee<\/a><\/p>\n

Bruce Springsteen – The River<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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