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Tonight was odd, for the first time in a year me and my dad did what used to be a regular occurance every friday and watched jools holland together.
for years i'd be allowed to stay up late and watch it with him and he'd tell me about all the african groups that would feature on the programme. groups that i'd secretly admire and never mention in a talk with friends for fear of ridicule. we'd sit side by side and talk together about how talented the bassist was, or how tight the drumming was, or he'd tell me the history of the groups. we'd share opinions together and as i got older i'd try and impress him with my knowledge of the bands and he'd ask me about newer bands, and i'd feel a warm sense of privilage inside, as if i was making him proud by taking an interest in music, seems odd to read that back but it means something to me.
as the show would draw to a close dad would drift off to sleep in his corner of the sofa and i'd turn the volume of the TV up to drown out his snoring then go up to bed. when i'd come down the following morning the TV would still be on and sometimes dad would still be asleep on the sofa, with his body arranged in a way that could only be uncomfortable, and i could never help but laugh.
aside from stopping to write this entry, tonight was no different.
for years i'd be allowed to stay up late and watch it with him and he'd tell me about all the african groups that would feature on the programme. groups that i'd secretly admire and never mention in a talk with friends for fear of ridicule. we'd sit side by side and talk together about how talented the bassist was, or how tight the drumming was, or he'd tell me the history of the groups. we'd share opinions together and as i got older i'd try and impress him with my knowledge of the bands and he'd ask me about newer bands, and i'd feel a warm sense of privilage inside, as if i was making him proud by taking an interest in music, seems odd to read that back but it means something to me.
as the show would draw to a close dad would drift off to sleep in his corner of the sofa and i'd turn the volume of the TV up to drown out his snoring then go up to bed. when i'd come down the following morning the TV would still be on and sometimes dad would still be asleep on the sofa, with his body arranged in a way that could only be uncomfortable, and i could never help but laugh.
aside from stopping to write this entry, tonight was no different.