My Old Man
The 18th Campfire talks about two trips I made to Nashville in 1975. It felt like a good omen when the first contract I signed with a Nashville publisher was for the song I had written for my dad as a Christmas gift. Here is a recent recording of that song as well as a picture of my mom and dad and a copy of the contract. While the song was contracted it was never recorded.
For years as a term of endearment I called my dad the “old man.” He never seemed to mind. The song’s lyrics were inspired by a saying of Frederick Langbridge and capture a point of view my dad held for as long as I knew him. My dad died in 1997. I miss him a lot.