A Family Tradition
"Classical Gas" was a family tune
With horns and percussion,drums and bass too
It played through my youth, down the stairs
In a basement set up for a band, in their lair
Trumpets,slingerlands, electric guitar
Bass, tambourine,much music from afar
From Beatles,Ike and Tina, Chicago too
My brothers and friends played upwards till "two"
Al Hirt, Al Green, the theme from "Hawaii-five- O"
Was practiced for hours preparing for a show
A lead singer would arise out of the crew
Singing "Proud Mary" more times than a few
My parents were smart had insulated the home
So upstairs only the bass would reverberate and roam
Allowing their children to experiment in sound
While upstairs classical music was always around
This family grew playing music just so
Their children played piano,viola, clarinet and banjo
Guitar was a staple for many it seems
One carried the brass section,a band of all dreams
At Christmas and holidays after dinner was done
Round the piano we'd sit ,listen and sing for fun
Playing music and singing together in time
Reminders of my youth a time that was fine
Remembering my dad's voice singing many hymns
Show tunes, ballads, anything it seems
'Twas a joyful experience shared over the years
Now just remembering can bring me to tears.
Copyright © Hidden Sister | Year Posted 2013
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