Due to a job I had working at a greeting card store years ago, I’m not even remotely sentimental about holidays. Birthdays, anniversaries, everything. Blame the greeting card industry. Combined with that, my dad was never around. So when Father’s Day rolls around, I don’t think of him, but rather my mom who always did everything.
Anyway, with that bit of treacle out of the way, here’s Daddy’s Curses. A recording of a man working on fixing a piano with his l’il cuss of a son quietly recording his dad’s tirades far out of sight.
This recording, with its flurries of nonsensical profanity always make me smile.