The Importance of Fathers to Girls Who Love Music
I was twelve with an attitude, riding in the passenger seat of my dad’s ancient white Toyota that he’d had since college, having been conned into a trip to the video rental store where I’d no doubt endure the inevitable argument with my dad over which movie to rent (twelve wants and needs no part of Blazing Saddles or Dr. Strangelove, and you can still turn out to be a complete and interesting and fulfilled person, a person who even studies film, despite spending your tween years watching Blue Crush.)
So we’re in the car, cruising around the Philadelphia suburbs on the way to pick up a movie for me and my sisters, and today’s spontaneous, unsolicited knowledge-imparting lecture turns out to be on the greatness of the folk duo Simon & Garfunkel (you may have heard of them), whose song had just come on the radio. Read More »
