Bruce Cockburn: Lord Of The Starfields (Father's Day Post)

Hullo Bruce! This is a bit of a departure from my normal musical fare, but risks must be taken, and old inside jokes must be exploited on Father's Day, right!?

Some backstory for my song selection this fine sunday: I would incessantly make fun of the first line of this song and the way Mr. Cockburn said it, and mockingly sing-along until my dad simply had to change the song to shut me up. Clearly this was a formative experience for me both musically and devilishly! I was such a brat, right!? This song by good ol' Bruce has grown on me, and is a classic song that you all should check out, but the main reason I'm posting it today is because of my ever goofy and wonderful father, Terry Yazzolino. 

What a dad! This guy is hands down the most amazing human being I've ever been blessed to meet. As he loves to term other people, he's a bodhisattva. A saint. An old soul. His outlook on life, his positivity, his VAST LOVE FOR MUSIC, his ability to play two flutes at once, his deep theatrical streak, his anglophile sense of humor, his infectious laugh that is always brought on during Badminton, his adorably low tolerance for spicy food, his short stature (he's a tall guy, I'm just taller), his hipster glasses, his willingness to listen to all my new music even when he hates it, his love of warmth, his love of the desert, his love of asian food, his love of piano, his love of his children...his LOVE. My dad has the largest heart in the entire cosmos, so open and warm and tender. He cries about Star Trek, he cries watching sappy/inspirational youth soccer movies. He's passionate about so many things and wants to do everything he possibly can for everyone around him (he packed my lunch each and every day through senior year, the saint!). He's unafraid of others judgement and lives 100% according to his joyful path. He loves space, he loves earth, he collects rocks, he can map the stars. He is a musician, a teacher, a priest, a cook, a husband, a brother, and most important and relevant to me, an incredible testament to the soul of humanity: my father. 

"Well damn Miles, those're some pretty sweeping and grandiose statements to make!"

I'd make them all again and add a hundred more. I am who I am today because of my father and if it wasn't for his yellow-sweater-wearing, Merrell-booted, ever-exuberant self, I'd be a sad shell of myself. 

Happy Fathers day to you dad! I'm sorry I can't be there to celebrate with you, but know that the Tarantism lives on (Tarantism -noun: a mania characterized by an irresistible urge to dance, popularly and incorrectly supposed to result from the bite of a tarantula), and that I'm wishing you the happiest of days! On a serious note--which I know is rare between us, what with our constant New Zealand accented banter--I really do believe that, as our homie Bruce puts it, "Heaven and earth are full of your light."  

Here's to more fun-filled grocery shopping, frisbee tossing, and music sharing! Love you dad! 

Look at that face!!!!!!!!