I love music. I am built for it.
I used to spend my Wednesday afternoons
listening to the new chart on BBC Radio 1,
dissecting the beats.
Like I said – Me and music are one and the same.
My Dad is not so inclined.
Loud voice, big hands, dominating smile.
He thought music was a waste of time.
Perhaps getting 27% in my music test at school didn’t help
and dropping the subject..
(The Teacher was an ass – what did my dad expect?)
My Dad –
He asked me to buy him a record.
‘The Safety Dance’ by Men Without Hats.
It doesn’t sound even vaguely traditional African.
The triplet hi-hats are a bit South African if taken out in isolation.
Maybe he was more into music than I gave him credit for.
Maybe he was from a time when
that kind of creativity wasn’t seen as proper
everybody is allowed a tune
that’s a guilty pleasure
even if there is nothing to be guilty about.