Sing for Your Biscuits

Of course when I was a teenager I made fun of my Dad for having played the trumpet in his younger days and somehow being the only English-speaking kid born in late 1942 who missed rock & roll entirely and went straight to marching band music instead, but as an adult who’s lived longer than my father ever got to who's spent some time trying to play music myself, I find myself thinking from time to time how nice it would’ve been to talk with him about music and what it meant to him.