From time to time, friends tag each other on Facebook in ten day sharing sprees on a theme: black and white photo from your day; albums that had a significant impact; books you love. The latter one usually awakens my inner egotistical nightmare, looking through my friends’ lists for one of my collections of poetry, only to be disappointed. The less said about that the better.
When I was nominated to share ten albums that influenced you, the posts from friends already sharing theirs had sparked my wondering, and I had a list almost ready to go. Most of the albums I shared not only told the story of the music that has shaped me, but demonstrated how deeply my music sensibilities are shaped by my Dad.
It’s Father’s Day this Sunday. The first Father’s Day since he died. I’ll be stuck here in a city other than the one in which my family live. We will connect on Skype, possibly for hours, as we did on his birthday in July. We will celebrate our Dad, who we miss terribly. We will celebrate the dad who we have with us, son-in-law, husband, brother-in-law, Daddy to my precious niece and nephew.
My Dad died two weeks after Father’s Day last year, so September is going to be tough. As much as I want to give space to the sorrow, the loss, the grief, I also want to spend time with Dad in memories of gratitude and joy, because I love him so.
So here are ten albums that shaped me, as shared on Facebook some time back, and how they point to Dad’s influence, as much as the influence of the music itself.