My dad and I had a nightly ritual when I spent weekends with him. We’d turn off every light in the house, crawl into bed, and listen to records. Our favorite was Nilsson’s “The Point.” If you haven’t heard this creative album, it’s the story of a boy and his dog that venture through foreign lands to learn “the point.” The lyrics explore the commonality of human experience. Since it tells a story, it’s a pretty kid-friendly album…but has music that’s fun for adults too. I doubt they make rock CDs like this one anymore…but I sure wish they did.
I associate record players with my dad. I also think of him every time I hear music in the dark. He taught me the beauty of depriving your other senses and listening with your entire body. He taught me how to listen with every pore of my being, and to pour myself into the music. He also taught me that music could fuel my dreams, could enrich my spirit, and could create light in the darkness.
My father was a dreamer. It was one of his best qualities, and he inspired me to dream as a child. It was probably his greatest gift to me…
I occasionally still listen to Nilsson’s “The Point” — it hasn’t aged well, but it still brings back my happy memories. And somewhere in the Universe, I hope that my dad is singing along with me.
Are you sleeping? Can you hear me?
Do you know if I am by your side?
Does it matter if you hear me?
When the morning comes I’ll be there by your side