Well, this is more like a set of ramblings than a short story but I feel compelled to write this after reading the story posted by Bob Marr (My father).
Unlike in my father’s story I remember who turned me on to Harry Chapin’s music. It was in fact my dad. I actually have him to thank for my musical taste. From the time I was born until I was old enough to start forming my own opinions I was lucky enough to be exposed to great musicians/artists/singer songwriters like Harry Chapin.
Harry was able to tell a story better than anyone and he would tell it in such a way that you just knew these things had happened in one form or another to him over his short life time.
At first I have to admit I liked Harry’s stuff just because my dad did. I was one of those strange kids that thought the music that my parents listened to was far better than anything new or popular, and I still do. But as I have grown older and am now married and have a son of my own these songs hold a whole new meaning to me, especially “Cats in the Cradle”.
One of my favorite songs is “Mr. Tanner” because in a way it reminds me of myself. I love music, and if I had the talent, time, and patience to entertain people playing a guitar and singing I would do it in a heartbeat. However, real life has taken over and I must do what I have to. Don’t get me wrong; I love my life and family but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be Harry. I wonder what would’ve happened if Mr. Tanner would have been a success?
In closing I would like to say that I think anyone who has ever listened to Harry has probably been touched by his songs. I would also like to thank my dad for turning me on to a great storyteller.
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