This was my birthday present from my father:
Oh, where to begin?…
First off, that is my absolute favorite picture of my father and myself. So dear to me. I swell with love every time I see it.
Secondly, Badooder. My father’s favorite nickname for me. Covered in this blahg post: Badooder.
And finally… okay, okay… I was in a family band. The Four [Five when Ry showed up] Faces Family Band. To my defense, I quit [refused to go to rehearsal by bypassing the living room for the kitchen] as soon as I was old enough to know what was going on. Oh, man… oh, man…
Here’s what the inside of the CD my pops gave me looks like:
Yep, that’s us. Singing. As a Family Band. AT MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
[fast forward ten years…]
– Hey, Rachel… Can I see your Chemistry homework from last night?
– What? No! Do your own damn homework.
– Hey… Aren’t you in a family band? Don’t I remember you guys playing at Annie Pearl Elementary School?
– Shut up. Shut up. Take my homework.
– Why, thank you.
Needless to say, it has been a rough journey to admit to myself that I played in this band. My mother and father’s dreams carried out by their unknowing offspring. Oh, man.
The mix my father made me is amazing, though. No track names on the back, only clues to songs that really did form my childhood… and those we played in the 5FFB.
Though it is unbelievably embarrassing, it is so so precious to me. My amazing/hilarious/embarrassing family is what made me who I am and I am ever so grateful.
So, to the lead singer, the lead guitarist, the band manager, the lead songwriter…
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADDY!
I couldn’t ask for a more creative, a more loving, a funnier, a more thoughtful father. Thank you for being so amazing. I love you, Daddy.
[…even though you made me be in the Five Faces Family Band and sing a song called “The Chicken Song”, where I actually clucked.]