1. My dad was a terrible singer…terrible…all nasally and tone deaf.
2. And yet he sang a good amount: in church, while shaving, and on Saturday or Sunday mornings to his Mahalia Jackson records.
3. He had one song for shaving and was usually content to belt out one line, “In my old rendezvous, where I first met you.” It’s because of this that when I first read the word that looked like, “Ren Dezz Vus” I was able to quickly pluck the real pronunciation from my auditory memory.
For the first time I wonder if he was picturing a place when he was singing that song.
My dad must have had the same voice instructor as your dad.
Some of my dad’s favs include “Blueberry Hill” and “The Bird’s the Word.”
All these dads and their secret love of singing. At least mine could carry a tune, but he did choose odd songs. One of his favorites contained lines about getting “…runners in your hose, and may the bird of paradise fly up your nose.”
Scott, I know “Blueberry Hill” only from watching Happy Days, but would you believe I can sing along with “The Bird’s the Word?” Well, except for those nonsensical parts that no one can understand.
Wow, oldies? My dad only sings Young Jeezy and Nickelback. I wish I could get him to knock it off. 😉