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The Power of Music

It’s Dad’s funeral on Friday and with my two Sisters Moira and Helen, we’ve chosen four pieces of music for the occasion. I’d like to share them with you.

Dad loved trad jazz, Chris Barber and Acker Bilk were among his faves. We’re going in to the funeral to a live version of Bourbon Street Parade/When The Saints Go Marching In. We discovered this upbeat instrumental hidden away on the third CD of a compilation. I can’t find a version of this online so you’ll just have to take my word for it when I say it’s very uplifting.

During the service we’ll listen to two songs by The Beatles, Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) and In My Life. These remind us of our childhood and are also a nod to Mum

I’ve attempted a version of the first song here:

And left the second song to the professionals here:

Once all is said and done – we leave the room to Putting On The Style by the wonderful Lonnie Donegan, who as well as being a great musician, had a sense of humour just like Dad’s.

Music is powerful stuff and whilst there are loads of songs we could have picked, we’re happy these four pieces do a good job in helping to tell Dad’s story. We hope you enjoy listening to them.

Seize the Day

New York City Panorama

When someone close passes on people often say think of the memories. And of course to have memories, you have to take opportunities. Maybe we can’t do everything that presents itself, however regular visitors here will know that life and learning was made much richer this past year as a result of me looking for and taking unusual opportunities. Going boating, making a record, and delivering a successful unconference are just three examples of this. And my friend Alison Chisnell is now literally running with the opportunity baton too – good luck Alison!

I’d like to conclude this week with a happy memory all about opportunity. It goes something like this…

It is Summer 2008 and Dad is driving us home from the airport. Carole, Keira and I have just spent a fantastic three weeks in Southern California and the buzz of conversation and stories in the car is great fun. Dad is telling us how as a child, the USA appeared only in picture books and newsreels. A far off destination reserved for the very rich and famous. He recalled lots of black and white photos of the Flat Iron building and finished his reminiscing saying he doubted he’d ever see it in real life. Dad dropped us home and went on his way.

Just after Dad left, Carole said to me, ‘You should take your Dad to New York. Why not go for his birthday?’ Her offer was sincere and I took it straight away. I called Dad who excitedly agreed and plans were made. Dad was keen to keep arrangements simple and I cheated a little. I upgraded our flights, booked a smart hotel, reserved priority tickets for the Empire State Building and sorted out a visit to Madison Square Gardens to see an ice hockey match. All on the quiet like 😉

We had a fabulous trip. New York City is chock full of sights to see and I reckon we did them all and more besides. The pace was frantic and we both survived on as little sleep as we could manage. As keen as school kids to leave no subway, no iconic building (including of course the Flat Iron building), no nothing undiscovered. Our visit coincided with a Banksy invasion too and we hit the streets in search of some fantastic works he had just painted and are long since covered up.

New York City Banksy

You remember I mentioned an ice hockey game? Well we went to see the New York Rangers obligingly beat the Pittsburgh Penguins in a nail biting fight to the finish. We had the best seats in the house with snacks and beers on tap. And at the first period interval this happened:

Madison Square Gardens Score Board

Dad’s name lit up the score board and 20,000 people sang Happy Birthday to him. Unforgettable? Unforgettable!

On our return I remember speaking to a good friend about our trip. Adrian said to me ‘what you had there was a rare opportunity for some Father and Son time that many of us don’t have, and you took it, well done’. The truth is I didn’t take this opportunity, it was given to me and I am forever grateful.

I’m motivated by this memory and determined to make 2012 a year of making things happen, an unforgettable year. Would you care to join me?

 

Vulnerable

father and son central park new york city 2008

Dear Dad

I am vulnerable.

I am coping and collapsing almost simultaneously.

I feel the most cherished memory and the burden of loss as one.

I am vulnerable.

I am proud to be your son. I love you and I miss you.

Paul Shaw – born 23rd October 1936, died peacefully and unexpectedly in his sleep, 22nd January 2012