The Majesty Of Music and The Irony Of Having My Father Back

Depression is the ugliest thing on the planet. My father has had it for the better part of a decade. Basically when somebody has depression they cease to exist, they are just a form, a shape, no real meaning or emotion attached to it. So yes i was raised by my mother and hence have some female type thought thingies in my head. I don't really mind though because it's given me a better insight than the majority of guys and is a major factor in me being able to score some absolutely amazing girls. Plus being a macho dickhead gets boring real fast. Anyway back to the point of my dad, he's been sitting on the couch or sleeping his bed in front of the tv for years and nothing would get him up. This has made his wife and my mum quite sad and frustrated with him, the whole family has been. At first we tried to be loving, that didn't work, then we tried to be vigil and that didn't work so then in our frustration we were maybe too nasty, but it's so very very annoying to see a family member who used to be so much just throw in the towel at 55. We'd all lost hope, ironic that we'd all become like him in that sense.

The other day though, we went down to our new house in rye, dad did some gardenning and built a bbq. We were all very impressed. It was even stranger when i woke up the next day to led zeppelin, i came out and dad was rifling through his vinyl records, he has over a hundred, i was again shocked that his room was clean, the garage was in some semblance of order (been messy for nearly two decades) and all the dishes had been done. My dad was doing things, and as he found more vinyl records we chatted and did some more housework and for the first time sine 1994 he was the rock climbing horse riding basketball playing role model dad from the wonder years of my family. As the amazing sound of vinyl hammered out from the speakers the sounds of Hendrix/Zeppelin/Beatles/Rolling Stones/Janis Joplin we did various house stuff that had been neglected for some time and my father who had been under some dark curse (like the king in the second lord of the rings!!!) was suddenly back after ten years of being a complete non event.

The thing that was most amazing and sparked this blog though, is at 9am this morning (dad is never up then) my door is banged open "GET UP TIM GOTTA FIX THE CHAIN SAW". I was SO ANGRY from being awoken but i was flash backed to 1992 and my first days of grade 2 with that same figure in the doorway yelling at me to get up. I was also estatic to the point of those happy tears, my dad is back, and i think it's all to do with the amazing music of the 60's and 70's, and i just wanted to finish with the knowledge that vinyl sounds so much better than cd.


kirk out