Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Name that tune

Over the last few years our family has grown to enjoy the music of Johnny Cash. As an infant Ezra was rocked to sleep by the lullabys of Folsom Prison and Hey Porter. The stereo in our house is always playing Johnny Cash - or "Dondy Cazz" as Ezra so affectionately calls him. The Family of Blacks are fans of Cash. His music even influences the way Ezra goes "down, down down" the stairs to our backyard. Every time we get into the car and something other than Cash is playing we are reminded - "no! Dondy Cazz."

Last night we were in a fairly noisy sports bar (restaurant for the Southern Baptists) - so noisy you could barely hear the 70's, 80's and 90's mix of music playing through the house stereo. Half way through our meal Ezra's eyes brightened and he said "Dondy Cazz." I listened intently and sure enough it was none other than Mr. Cash. The interesting thing was that the song playing was not on any of the albums we own. Ezra simply recognized the vocal and musical stylings of the late, great John R. Cash. What more could a father ask of his two year old son?!

2 comments:

Grandma said...

Should I be looking at a small guitar and black shirts for a Christmas gift? It's good to know that Ezra is learning an appreciation for the fine arts of Johnny Cash songs. Great Grandpa Boland would be proud.

the hamster said...

this story made me cry. you are a good father.

"BRING UP A CHILD IN THE WAY HE SHOULD GO, AND HE SHALL KEEP ROCKIN' IT TILL THE DAY OF JESUS CHRIST."