I made these drawings about my dad, years ago, sort of like the secret words I had always wanted to say to him but could not. Because of our relationship I could never say them to him and he would never hear them even if I did. So I drew and wrote them down on paper instead. Today I showed them to my husband who is a songwriter/musician, and asked if he would play something for these drawings. He did an improvisation on the concert ukulele and twelve string guitar and completed the story that was never told. I will show it to my dad tomorrow. He suffers from dementia now, and in a sad but funny way his sickness tore down the wall between us completely.
Thanks so much to Jon Duncan for playing on this. I love the rawness and conversation between the melancholic and hopeful.