Dad is excited this morning because his birthday netflix from Sister A arrived. She set up his queue with his favorite musicals and he is currently preparing for his sing-along with "Camelot."
Several years ago we gifted dad with singing lessons and he still talks excitedly about that time. Side note: the instructor disappeared after dad's last lesson. Coincidence? He's made many claims about karaoke bar compliments, but I'm skeptical. There's a reason the setting is a drinking establishment.
Startling revelation -- he once dragged his mother to a karaoke bar. Yeah, that's disturbing, but the startling part was her comment, "Not too bad." That's the equivalent of Simon Cowell gushing about a contestant on "American Idol."
Mom has always supported dad in his personal interests and business decisions. This unwavering and principled support has sometimes been a cause of extreme disagreement between us. However, their shared love of music and her support of his vocal stylings has been one of the more interesting aspects of their relationship.
My father has a pleasant voice but can't stay on key. Mom has a good ear but can't sing. The result (with varying degrees of success depending on the song): a Christopher Guest-worthy duo of mom on the ukulele trying to keep dad on key, and dad following a meandering path in and out of the key of C as they inflict minor wounds on the rich tradition of Hawaiian music.
Sigh. I guess the next few days will be filled with renditions of "If Ever I Would Leave You."
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