Dad’s Playlists

Dad adored music and dancing but couldn’t sing a note or, at least, claimed he couldn’t.

When he retired in 1981, he took over a good few household chores. Washing up was his forte and he liked to do it alone to music.

Those were the days of cassette tapes and he spent hours making new tapes by recording songs he particularly liked. So, there are boxes and boxes of his favorites, all meticulously labelled and timed to perfection.

I am fortunate enough to have them and a few of his old cassette players. It’s so uplifting to delve in and find a tape and lash into chores I hate like the ironing with one of his collections playing at high volume.

I guess this is why I haven’t ever embraced Spotify or the like.

I doubt he ever thought any one else would get such pleasure from his hobby and musical passion.

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

14 thoughts on “Dad’s Playlists”

  1. It’s nice that you can “tune ” in to your Dad’s music and enjoy the music as he did..It does make chores go at a faster pace as the music diverts your attention. Lucky You to have his collection to enjoy!

  2. Lovely Jean, lovely memories and listening to the music your dad loved is a great way to celebrate him. My dad was an organist and we were brought up with organ music, I still love it to this day.

  3. That is a special and lasting memory of Dad, along with his photos of course. Maybe others ought to think about recording oral stories, messages and perhaps songs for their descendants to keep.

    I’m afraid the only songs my Dad ever sung were Rebel songs.

    1. You brought me to Killarney with this comment, Roy. A few years ago, son persuaded me to go to a Wolfe Tones concert there. It was in a hotel and must have gone on for over 4 hours. I had been expecting a belting out of the usual ‘what I considered Rebel Songs’ but this was somewhere between a green history lesson and slow solo ballads. Then we got back to the B and B to find people in our beds ….

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