My Dad loved Louis Prima and Keely Smith.

He'd make a batch of margaritas when we had company over, put Louis Prima on the turntable and party. He loved to dance.

For you Daddy --

Boy did my folks like to dance to this song --

my now deceased stepdad - being a drummer from the age of four - loved buddy rich:

and this for my deceased blood father:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=6zjalUeKNVo

oops - don't know why the link didn't come out properly.

This song is for the new Daddys we have here on DR with brand new babies like Taxman and some with real little ones like Hagbard Celine. If I left some names out, sorry.

nanc

my now deceased stepdad - being a drummer from the age of four - loved buddy rich

My Dad loved Buddy Rich too!

He bought a drum set (just the pads) and cymbals and the drumsticks and would play along to the songs he liked -- would drive my Mom nuts sometimes. lol

Harry Chapin, Cats in the Cradle

For Phantom who I believe lost his Dad last year --

My father died and I was adopted by a republican. When he dies may he rot in hell.

Gee I don't know what was going on with that...

My father died and I was adopted by a republican. When he dies may he rot in hell.

- Rasta

You sure know how to liven up a party! Geeze.

If this post goes through then anyone on this thread can post using the iframe to post as me--OzarkAggie

So if it works I'll just make this my lost post and maybe rCade will fix it.

Spud can't actually post any UtubeZ vids atm but if anyone else wants to link to the following songs it'd be appreciated.

Father and Son

~Cat Stevens.

Boy named Sue

~Johnny Cash.

Leader of the Band

~Dan Fogelburg.

Be Well.

Cali my hatred of republicans never rests

Spud can post lyrics however.

Leader of the Band.

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldnt wait
He earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand.

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.

My brothers lives were
Different
For they heard another call
One went to chicago
And the other to st. paul
And Im in colorado
When Im not in some hotel
Living out this life Ive chose
And come to know so well.

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go --
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, pap, I dont think i
Said i love you near enough --

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band.

Happy Fathers Day.

Be Well.

Ta A1!

Yer a good soul.

Luff that song.

Be Well.

A1 -

I am now going to turn this music thread over one of the pros -- you!

Rex isn't around tonight so you take it over from here.

Also thx to Tedoffensive.

Sorry, missed that earlier post.

Be Well.

No problem, Tater...I've a 6 yr old son, and a 10 yr old daughter...

#29 | Posted by CalifChris

Au, contraire! Youse be da one that what but started it! Ya gotta hang til a hunnert, anyhoo!

my father's eyes

teach your children well

Happy fathers day to all Drudge Dads! Hope you all get fish ties!! LOL

No problem, Tater...I've a 6 yr old son, and a 10 yr old daughter.

Then happy Papas Day to you too.

Spud hasta werk tommorow or Spud would be taking his own Pops out fer a round of golf and a couple more rounds at the 19th hole.

As it is he's getting a bottle of Chivas and a card.

Funny thing about being a father.

You take yer kid to sports practice, coach him throughout the years, encourage him and caajole him into being the best that he can be and then when he does actually make it and is playing in the bigs the teevee camera will at some point focus on him and then he will inevitably turn towards it and mouth the words "Hi Mom!"

* facepalm *

Lawl!

Be Well.

OzarkAggie

I think I remembered some parts of your post the other night on the car thread --

Hiya Lisa! Miss ya!

fish ties!!

Are you implying that there is sommat wrong with fish ties?

Spud owns several and wears 'em proudly.

Touch of class is that!

Harumph!

Nice to see ya again, Lady Lisa.

Hope you and yers are good.

Be Well.

Play some tunes, Lisa.

Hope you all get fish ties!! LOL

I always got my Dad a book and new golf balls!

I loved her first

Excellent tune, TH's....

I did, ya know....

Rasta

Cali my hatred of republicans never rests

#23 | Posted by rastaninja at 2009-06-20 10:00 PM

Bull. Your father adopted and raised you. He did it because he obviously loved you and wanted you for his son. He could have cared less what party you affiliated with when you grew up.

Now play a song for him.

Hi all! I miss you to A 1!! Nuttin' wrong with fish ties Sir Spud, I love fishing. Just stopped in to say Happy Fathers Day Chris, maybe next week I can stick around to play tunes. God Bless!

Your father adopted and raised you.

People who allow anything to take control of their lives are not mentally healthy. When it is pure, raw hatred that is always on the mind of someone, this is particularly true.

I simply cannot imagine being as full of hate as rasta is. To be so consumed with it that it would be all I could talk about.

Life must be incredibly miserable for such types. I wish I could tell him to allow happiness, not hate, to control your life, but a mind that troubled needs far more help than I could possibly offer. All I can do is wish the best for him and hope one day he allows something other than hate and angst into his life.

Good luck, ratsa. I really mean it even though you have told me you wish me dead.

took my 3 youngins fishin for the first time today

caught nothing but good times

Sounds like a win,win,win,win situation to me, TH

my 5 year old had a barbie fishing pole, she caught some seaweed and thought it was a whale!

Very nice selections, Truth!

Very nice indeed.

Couple more songs about fathers from a coupla brothers.

Father Father by Marvin Gaye

Dance With My Father by Luther Vandross

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then

Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

Ooh, ooh

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah
Then finally make me do just what my mama said

Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear her, mama cryin' for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me

I know I'm prayin' for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
I know You don't do it usually
But Lord, she's dyin' to dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream.

Be Well.

/And Yes, Spud is aware that Marvin Gaye's dad never deserved a Father of the Year award but that song is just so cool, ya know.

//Speaking of Bad Dads...

Papa Was A Rolling Stone

~Was (Not Was)

Nuttin' wrong with fish ties Sir Spud, I love fishing.

Spud does too.

Ever watch "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey" on SNL?

My girlfriend Marta sez that the interesting thing about fishing is how it's about two lives connected by a slender thread.

...That Marta!

Spud misses you too.

Come back and play when you get the time!

Be Well.

A man walks on this earth
For not so very long
And he wonders what
He'll be remembered by
When he is gone.
So he struggles through the years
Down a road he paves
With hopes and fears
Trying to carve his name
Upon the wall of time.

And so it is, my son
That I stand here now
Looking o'er the years
Of all the sweat and tears
That crossed my brow.
All the battle plans I drew
And all the mountains
That I tried to move
Lay behind me now
Like miles of sifting sand.

....(chorus)

But of all the things I've done
I'll never be more proud
Than of you, my son
And of all the dreams I've had
It meant more just to hear
You call me "dad"
More than any wealth or fame
Or any glory I wish I could claim
More than anything I'll ever do
Son, I'll always be most proud
Of you.

Now you stand before me, son
On this golden day
And it's plain that you're a man
No more a child at play
But through a haze of tears I see
That little boy
Who once looked up to me
And realize that I'm the one
Who now looks up to you.

a barbie fishing pole

Lawl!

Spud was gonna chuckle further but then Spud remebered a similar incident with a tiny tater tot and a "Popeil Pocket Fisherman" (tm) many moons ago.

Be Well.

/Fess up, who else owned one of those contraptions?
//Spud couldn't have been the only suckah.

You were three years old.

Balls were bouncing in the gym.

Children were running, shooting baskets.

Among all the chaos

I saw you grinning at me

wanting me to watch you.

You waved at me - I waved at you.

You showed me how you could dribble.

The moment froze in my memory.

You were three years old.

I picked you up from day care.

You were excited about learning to swing high that day.

Driving home you told me all about it.

You were so excited

Then you got quiet and said,

"I love you - Daddy"

The moment froze in my memory.

You were three years old.

I was making supper.

You were watching TV.

As I walked by your room

I heard you singing by yourself

with the songs on Sesame Street.

I stopped and listened.

The moment froze in my memory.

As you continue to grow -

frozen moments continue to fill my heart.

While they may seem insignificant to you

they are golden to me.

Frozen moments are memories

that make the soul rich.

A rich soul

makes life complete.

Fess up, who else owned one of those contraptions?
//Spud couldn't have been the only suckah.

#59 | Posted by dethspud

I got my 7 year old a pump action shooter fishing contraption that he saw on TV and had to have. Out of the box it fell and broke, after a few tears back to target and got him a regular pole!

A Child's Hug
There are times when life overwhelms us.
We talk and try to resolve our problems.
We seek the All Mighty's Mercy.
From the helpless we ask, they deem us crazy.
We run around in circles to the point of dejavue.
When we finish the round we start over again.
While sitting watching closely, a child wants to be wooed.
We have no time for childish things worry is in our brain.

Gentle tugs we most surely ignore.
While the little one is waiting to adore.
Some times the little tugs free us from our entangled world.
In the huge eyes our worries dissolve into a smile unfurled.

Longingly the child invites to be embraced.
We of instinct respond as though we are giving.
If a child is Heaven sent, then we are not giving but receiving.
It is a child's hug that permeates our soul and thus we are graced.

Raising Child
My raising task seems filled with just two vital things
At first to give her roots and then to give her wings

In diapers needs a child love and touch unbound
A soft kiss sturdy hugs and deturge bottom ground
Consistency in warmth and caring is the earth
To grow deep baby confidence and rooted worth

Comes later need to spread herself without the ties
That baby relished pointing visage on new skies
Our open arms to come and go she'll one day want
For feather pinion means to fledgling wildings flaunt

As for myself as father follow just one adage
In doing all I do above all do no damage

under my shirt
at rest on a chair,
snuggled by animals
was a little face there.

her smile was a big one
when her eyes looked at me
but they wanted to close,
they were ready for sleep.

this picture was perfect,
I know, for it seems
her Daddy was sure
to be in her dreams

angel in my arms

All lathered up in a Santa Clause foam beard

in the reflection of the mirror my little one appeared.

He came equipped with a toy shaving kit.

He said, " Daddy let's get rid of this fuzz and chat while we're at it."

I was just amazed at my son's initiative to converse.

I suppose he is ready to accept advice maybe he is not so adverse.

I thought to myself this is definitely quality time.

I'll dispense all my philosophy to a willing ear and it won't cost me a dime.

Son, life is like a shave with a razor blade.

Some times we catch all the whisker on the up stroke.

Some times we miss them and cut ourselves on the down stroke.

The point is, your face will reflect if in the morning mistakes you've made.

"Daddy, I have no whiskers I have no blade.

Why are you telling me this stuff about life and shaving."

I don't want you to make the same mistakes I've made.

I don't want you to hurt yourself by unnecessary risk taking.

If you learn to be careful with a toy razor without a blade,

what a smooth face and life you'll have by the choices you'd made.

Plenty of practice you'll get before your whiskers get tough and hard.

Smooth and smart you'll be because you earned your Shaving School Card.

Parental Promise

Little baby with poopy pants,
You've put a damper on my romance,
Before your birth, I was Casanova,
With nary a thought on developed ova,
Now Mom won't wear her sexy lace,
Practical cotton has taken it's place,
I, too, am tired from midnight feedings,
I have no energy for impassioned pleadings,
So I will simply go to bed,
"Good night, I love you", is all that's said.
I dream my dream of passed nights wild,
And swear you'll be my only child!

ok enough of this sappy shit, time for bed!

I got my 7 year old a pump action shooter fishing contraption that he saw on TV and had to have...

LOL!

Yup, that was pretty much the story with the ole PPFisherman thingy of Spud's halcyonic youth except Spud managed to catch one fish with it afore it imploded.

Four werds every parent should fear...

"As Seen On Teevee"

Be Well.

/Really nice contributions to this thread today, Truth.

thanks

it was funny to hear my 9 year old explain why you shouldnt buy stuff advertised on TV.

"They couldnt sell any so they advertised it to get you to buy it"

My 5 year olds response:

"They wanted to get your money so they advertised it"

Out of the mouths of babes.

My Dad looks a whole lot like this guy in the old pics of him as he was leaving the service after WWII.

They couldnt sell any so they advertised it to get you to buy it

Narf! Out of the mouth of babes indeed.

Spud actually had a similar thought the first time he heard one of those commercials say "not available in stores" like that was a good thing.

Be Well.

He liked both kinds of music, country and western, especially if it was Tex Ritter.

LOL. Corky's dad sounds like Spud's dad only replace Tex Ritter with Johnny Cash.

Be Well.

Tex Ritter - High Noon (Do not forsake me) 78 RPM

Oh, he loved Johnny Cash, Spud. I think Tex Ritter was more of a childhood hero to him.

Cash, Waylon, Hank Williams, Jimmy Rodgers, Bill Monroe.... good stuff.

Harry Chapin - Cat's in the Cradle

Marty Robbins That Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine

Keith Urban - Song for dad

Bindi Irwin - My Daddy The Crocodile Hunter Music Clip

She Knows Her Daddy Sings AND Pickup Truck Song

Jerry Jeff Walker and the Gonzo Compadres

Courtship Of Eddie s Father Opening Theme

Luther Van Dross-Dance With My Father Again

Oh, he loved Johnny Cash, Spud. I think Tex Ritter was more of a childhood hero to him.

Cash, Waylon, Hank Williams, Jimmy Rodgers, Bill Monroe.... good stuff.

Spud's dad likes Tex and so does Spud.

Same same with the others you note.

Johnny Cash was just such an icon in our household growing up.

Watching his teevee show in the late sixties was an Event Not To Be Missed.

Ta fer adding the Luther to the thread.

Such a nice song is that.

nite, cha'll

Nite, Corky!

TTYL.

Be Well.

/Ta fer sharing the Chapin story too, btw.
//Nice to know his all too brief life contained such elements of joy.

The fat guy at the end of the video is Rush, the true leader of the republicans.

OzarkAggie

CC--65 Olds, Forest Mist Green, white top, FM/AM with a reverb in the back.

Yeh, 96 Tears.

#79 | Posted by OzarkAggie at 2009-06-20 11:52

Darn, had the '67 Olds 98 wrong by two years.

Oh well, at least the color was right and so was the song.

I'll bet seeing the photo brought 96 tears to your eyes. lol!

Just 'cause I like this song --

my dad sucks. thanks for everything, asshole. I guess "tough love" made AuntieSocial, well, AuntieSocial!

#13 | Posted by rastaninja

i just don't know what to say to you anymore except i hope you'll make a better daddy than you had.

Lindley and Cooder

Papa Was A Rolling Stone

Neil

Old Man

Nick

Papa Won't Leave You Henry

Bruce

My Father's House

One from me to my dad...

Louis Armstrong

Hey, MrSoul! Long time no see! Doin' OK? Happy Pappy's Day, Man!

Hi A1...Happy Father's Day to you too!

I'm well. It's Festival season here on the coast, so we've been busy playing music. We get to open for Robin Trower on the 4th!

How are things with you?