Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray

Everyone, I need your attention for a very important announcement. I have just been handed a sheet that declares Mr. Patrick Vincent as the winner of yesterday's song title contest by correctly naming "Waste" by Phish. Congrats Patty. For your hard work, you get a shot of your face that only a mother could love on this blog for a day.
Guess what Mom and Dad? I didn't get into Harvard, but I did get into Harvard-Lite. Don't understand? Read more here.

I have come to recognize the large influence that my father has had on me in terms of musical taste. Even though, he might not enjoy the sounds of Phish and Wilco as much as I do, I know that a large reason that I enjoy music so much is because I know how much my Dad loves it. I remember watching him drum on the car dashboard as we would drive listening to the Steve Miller Band or the Eagles. In fact, I think he still does that.
With that said, as I read this column in the NY Times on the re-release of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run", I thought of my Dad. Not because he is a fan of "The Boss," which he is not, but because he reminded me that music can make any moment special.