15 Things About My Dad, for Father’s Day
He was in the year above (Sir) Billy Connelly at school, and only knew The Big Yin because his name was similar to that of one of my Dad’s best friends.
He and his friends, in the early 1960s, listened to a new Beatles song on (pirate) Radio Luxembourg, learned it, and played it for a Glasgow crowd before the single was officially released.
He met Neil Armstrong (several times) at the airport and told me his passport simply listed his occupation as “businessman”.
He remembers exactly where he was when he heard Kennedy was shot. It was that big a deal, for young folks in Scotland.
I am a better singer because he listened to me and said “That’s great, but how about…”
He taught me that phrasing is important.
He is a fabulous singer.
He is endlessly curious.
He married his first love, and still adores her.
I love Ella Fitzgerald, Glenn Miller, Cole Porter, Duke Ellington, Hoagie Carmichael, Johnny Mercer, Lionel Hampton, Dave Brubeck, Julie London, Peggy Lee, Buddy Holly, Stevie Wonder, the Beatles, ELO, Mike Batt, Mike Oldfield, Jeff Lynne, Martin Taylor, Star Trek, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, because of him.
I believe I am writer because he read my stories, poems and lyrics, and told me they were good.
I am fascinated by scientific explanations for things because of him.
I believe it’s possible to have faith in things we can’t understand, because of him.
He taught me that stubbornly sticking to your values is so much more important than doing whatever will make you popular.
I believe I can do anything, because he believes it too.