A-S-A-D--Day 5: A Song That Reminds You of Someone

[gremashlo]

This actually reminds me of two separate people..



It first reminds me of my best friend in college ("Ray") who dated a girl I really had feelings for...when I found out what they had done, I basically broke ties with both of them. He later died in a car accident and I always kick my self for letting a girl ruin our friendship...and how I should have made that call.

Second, it reminds me of my poetry gal on my speech team, who did the lyric as a poem and qualified for the state championships. She had an appendicitis attack Monday, and should not have been there yesterday, but she was determined to compete..and just missed finals. The 'gutsiest' thing I've ever seen in speech competition.

[Jughead]

I'll post the song first...



Now the backstory.

On October 29, 1991, my grandparents had plans to go to a concert here in town. The concert was by the Irish Rovers, the band you see up above. From what I understand, the concert was a big hit, and both my grandparents really enjoyed it.

Three hours after the concert, my grandmother passed away of a massive heart attack at the age of 66.

Everytime I hear a song by the Irish Rovers, I always think of my grandmother...enjoying what would be her very last outing ever. It's only fitting that on the 20th anniversary of the year she passed that I would post a song like this.

[H2IZCOOL]

OK. This song is a nostalgic-themed song, and it reminds me of a person that it is logical to be nostalgic about. The strange thing is the combination. Why would THIS song remind me of THIS person?

First the song:



This song reminds me of .... my father!

Now, as Juggie would say, the backstory.

My dad loved music. Yiddish music, American popular music, whatever. He loved to sing - quite loudly - and couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it. But then in the mid '50s, something horrible happened. They stopped playing music and started playing "jezz," his heavy Yiddish-accented pronounciation of "jazz" which is what he called rock and roll. He hated "jezz!"

Then in 1962, Bobby Vinton recorded a song that he liked - loved! - "Roses are Red." He'd walk around the house singing at the top of his lungs:

"Rawsesss are rett my loff, violence are bloooooo." Day in, day out.

I can think of no better thing on my birthday than to post this in memory of my dad. (and then go wipe my eyes)

[Ken]

Whenever I hear this, I always think of a girl I had a crush on in Grade 12.