THIS WEEK’S INSTALLMENT OF DAD’S MUSIC:
I will never be able to explain this, but The Commodores’ crooning on Brick House reminds me of my dad. My earliest memory with him was in the 90s on the way home to our condo in Fairfax. Elizabeth and I were sitting in the front row of the old yellow Mercedes. At some point he realized we had never heard Brick House.
“Really? Brick House? You’ve never heard it?!” Speaking to us as if we were adults that hadn’t properly entered the 90’s. No, we hadn’t heard it. Barney didn’t sing motown.
So he called into the radio and we sat in front of the condo, with the car running, for what only felt like 30 minutes until the song came on.
“And here folks, dedicated to his two daughters Jessica and Elizabeth, is Dave’s request for Brick House. To all of our listeners, have yourselves a lovely night.”