Fathers Day in C Major

Dad was Color Blind and Tone deaf

I imagine sitting at a keyboard and thinking of my father, for him I’d like to play something. Something just for him.

He was a Master Mechanic, old school, could listen intently to a vehicle diagnose the issue, then fix it.  The sounds made that much sense to him

He spent time on our Cars they always ran perfectly.

He died in 82, I was 21

I confess it wasn’t until later in life that I had many questions only fathers can answer

Dad was a Gentle Man

Kind

Lived Simply

Rarely made Demands

His favorite Birthday Gift was a Steam Engine,

He enjoyed putting it together as he explained its concept to me.

“You can’t compress water”

I had no ability for Mechanical things.

Dad had endless support for my interests.

I’m not a Musician, but have a musical background

If I could do anything for him

I would start with low C, then E, then G,

My right hand would build, C, E, G, C

I’d let the chord resonate till silent.

Then push the keys in unison

I’d play it in a way that he could hear the complexity and clearness of that chord

I’d ask him is this how our Car sounded.