My mother, at least, would agree that if you were to look at a lot of aspects of my father’s personality you would know EXACTLY where I get a lot of who I am. Dad at this stage of his life can best be described as one of those loveable old kind of befuddled professors you only usually see i comedies from the 1950s. One of the very strangest things about him is his COMPLETELY schizophrenic music collection (he prefers to call it “eclectic”). On one of his mix CDs (that I am currently listening to) you can find:
“Touch of Gray” by the Grateful Dead
“Plaisirs d’amour” (Two versions!)
“Theme From ‘Local Hero’”
“Captain Stratton’s Fancy”
“Be My Baby” by the Ronettes
Something by Maria Callas (I can’t translate spoken Italian)
“Honky Tonk Angels’ Medley” by kd lang, Kitty Wells, Loretta Lynn and Brenda Lee
Honestly, this is one of the LEAST weird collections of his. When Mom & I were driving down from NYC to Georgia the other day, our pick of his collection included a CD that contained an advertisement for the McClury County (Kentucky) funeral home, a skit by the Firesign Theater, Bob Dylan, and “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”.
Eclectic indeed.
