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
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.