Singing Harmony With My Son

Neither I nor my son suffer with the delusion that we can sing well. We suck. Badly. We sing loudly, and we both understand how it's supposed to sound, but ummmm ... yeah.

I'm a fervent believer in the adage that you should sing like nobody's listening, and dance like and nobody can see you.

Tonight I asked my son to sing harmony with me to Man of Constant Sorrow by Dan Tyminski. This song was made famous by being featured in the movie "O Brother, Where Art Thou.

Even though we suck, does it count that we had fun? And laughed? I think so. Am I a lunatic father because I went upstairs and shouted "SON! HARMONY! NOW!" Is Joey a lunatic son because he readily ran downstairs and sang loudly with me?

I love that boy. Yep. A lot. Just don't tell him I said so. That's my job.

Bah. Whatever. Sing loudly. Turn it up loudly and sing along with us. I double dog dare you. Sing harmony for extra points. Sing like nobody can hear you. Really. It'll make you happy.

We are here for such a short time. I've raised my kids on that philosophy. I'm proud to say that my children know a lot about rock, blues, opera, classical, and folk. And they'll succumb to their their dad's request so sing harmony, however badly.