So I was reading a magazine the other day and saw an ad for a new Joe Cocker album. Joe Cocker, for those unfamiliar with older music, is the guy who covered “With A Little Help from My Friends” (the theme to The Wonder Years) and had some other songs, like “Feelin’ Alright” and I think “You Are So Beautiful (To Me)”. Hell of a voice, really gritty and soulful and passionate. Also, he’s only like three feet tall, keeping Jen from being the shortest person with the best voice I’ve ever encountered. His new album, “Heart and Soul” is an album of covers (since he’s not really a songwriter) of a lot of good songs, among them U2’s “One” (one of my personal favorites), Paul McCartney’s “Maybe I’m Amazed”, REM’s “Everybody Hurts,” some others.
I showed the ad to my Dad the other night, because I know my dad likes his stuff and he said, “Looks pretty good.” So today, I pick the album up at Best Buy, come home and show him the album. He takes it from me, looks at the back, says, “Oh. Didn’t think it was out yet. Cool……
Thanks.”
And he walks away.
Mind you, I certainly don’t begrudge my father the album. It’s in the house, and I can always just copy it and listen to it whenever I want. It’s fine.
But I was thinking about it and realized that he pulled the EXACT same thing with the Warren Zevon tribute album I bought earlier this year. Bought it, left it on the desk, pointed it out to him, he picked it up, said “Thanks” and walked off.
The hell of it is he was genuinely grateful for both of them, so what the hell am I supposed to say? Nothing, that’s what.
My dad… one slick operator.
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