11.12.2011 09:38 AM

And I called for my father, but my father had died

I was talking to my sons the other day about dying, but they didn’t want to talk about dying.  I told them I was an Irish Catholic, and I couldn’t help it.  I told them I missed my Dad, and wanted to talk about him, and hoped that they would talk about me after I’m gone.

Fathers, sons, punk songs.  If you have been in punk bands as long as I have, you would know that every great anthemic punk song sounds perfect on an acoustic (most of my ham-fisted attempts at songwriting start on one).  So, this perfect punk song about fathers and sons and everything else.

Girls, watch your guy when this one is playing.  He’ll get quiet.

4 Comments

  1. kre8tv says:

    “…every great anthemic punk song sounds perfect on an acoustic.” So very true. I’ve long argued that one of the best tests of a good song is whether it still holds up if you strip away everything to its core like this. Doing this often reveals something new about a good song, too. Thanks for sharing this, Warren.

  2. Wannabeapiper says:

    Dude when you are gone, which won’t be for a long long time, your sons won’t be the only ones talking about ya!:)

  3. Michael hale says:

    one of the things I hope for when I think of my sons growing up is that they will listen to music that matters. That might seem like a small hope, but it says a lot about the adults they will be. Thanks for posting this.

  4. pcase says:

    Springsteen?! Top notch, unique voice. Great post, great tracks – thanks.

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