“Standing in the rain, with his head hung low
Couldn’t get a ticket, it was a sold out show
Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene
Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream
He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day”
Daddy and I look at each other and he says “Let’s jam, just don’t tell Mom.” “Crank it,” my simple reply. And we’re flying way too fast with our windows down, hair blowing in the wind. Daddy’s hair just past his shoulders and he always had a hair tie should I need one. We were on our way home and I was seven maybe eight years old screaming along to Juke Box Hero, speakers nearly maxed out. I’ll always remember those days. And that’s the magic of being with your Dad and rocking out.