A Salute to Hip, Rock 'N' Roll Dads for Father's Day
Marco Sandoval, father of Up on the Sun blogger Anthony Sandoval.
Like everyone else on the Internet, we here at Up on the Sun have a serious thing for the hilarious and wonderful Tumblr blog, Dads are the Original Hipsters. On the blog, fantastic vintage photos, all submitted by fans of the site, are coupled with exquisitely snarky captions that detail how dads of the past drank beer, rocked cool clothes, and wore giant headphones long before any of the PBR tipping yahoos trolling about on First Friday.
With Father's Day on Sunday, we thought we'd share some of photos of our dads. We decided to leave the snarky commentary to the experts, though, and instead take a moment to reflect on how cool our fathers are, and how they helped shape us into the music loving crew we are today.
Happy Father's Day, dads.
When some people look back at their childhoods, they think of lullabies and falling fast asleep in their race car beds. I think of those things, too, but have a slightly different variation of that memory. I remember staying up late and nodding off on my dad's record crates while songs like early '80s classic "Spin It" by Sunbelt played overhead.
One of the ultra-cool things about my dad is that he was one of the first DJs in the Los Angeles area. Weekend nights were always awesome. We'd drive to parties, unload his records, and setup his equipment. I remember my pops always dressed sharp to his gigs, rocking a sport coat and curly ponytail.
While I don't have my dad's Mexi-fro, I definitely inherited his love for music. He encouraged me to follow my passions, and for that I am utterly grateful. Feliz Día de los Padres, jefe. -- Anthony Sandoval
Nolan Woodbury (right)
My mom has always told me stories about how my dad played me songs while I was in the womb. A common thing, sure, but I can't help but wonder if my dad blasting Boston's self-titled debut into my developing noggin didn't play into my love of rock 'n' roll.
Last fall, for his birthday, I took my dad to see his all-time favorite musician, Pat Travers, at Celebrity Theatre. It was my way of saying thanks to him for influencing my tastes. My father contributed the first stack of wax to my vinyl collection, gifting me platters from Bob Seger, E.L.O., the aforementioned Boston, Molly Hatchet, and Prince -- though he thinks Purple Rain might have belonged to my mother.
My dad's taste is all over the place, reflected by his massive collection tube radios, all tuned to the Valley's most eclectic station, KCDX 103.1. He's just as into Thin Lizzy as he is Gordon Lightfoot, and he taught me the most valuable lesson I know about music: genres and fads don't matter, great songwriting lives forever.
Happy Father's Day, pa. --Jason P. Woodbury
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