dedicated to my daddy...

i have very vivid memories of driving in my dad's toyota camry. sitting in the front seat. he'd slide in his tape "m sum gud tunes". and then...
"the nightfly"


"i.g.y."


there are certain memories that i have - with so specific reference. nothing significant happened. no holiday was celebrated. just a good golden fuzzy memory. the vague, unattached memories of my dad usually involve music. his own linguistic translations of opera lyrics on sundays driving home (specifically the tragedies of large women in dressing rooms). and interpretative dance moves that would put those crazies in their black unitards to shame. riding a tandem bike along the boardwalk - "how does it feel to be part of the beautiful people". never tiring of making fun of basia. being shocked as dad puttered around the backyard singing, verbatim, "master of the house" from les miserables.

thanks dad for interesting musical education, uninhibited dancing, fuzzy golden memories...and showing me the fun and funky -ness of being yourself. knowing what you like, why you like it, and sharing it - without expectations - with others.

i love you.