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By Michael Seeger
I am my mother’s son. She liked music.
And she loved Frank Sinatra. Always did.
I grew up to the sound of Sinatra’s
Voice. Her music I heard. When I listen
I am her. And when I become obsessed
She is me. Now I’m my daughter’s father
And I love Bob Dylan, though my father
Said he couldn’t sing. I played his music
Anyway. And some would say I’m obsessed
But I really like his songs. Always did.
If you hang around me you’ll listen
Too. I play Dylan's songs like Mom played Sinatra’s
Though no Nobel laureate Sinatra’s
Voice is everywhere. Even The Godfather
Has a character based on him. Listen
I can’t think of any other music
More influential. But what Dylan did
Turned music into literature. Obsessed
With Dylan’s sound I am just as obsessed
With the man’s words. Not even Sinatra’s
Will be remembered. But the way he did
Sing still resides in me. As a father
Hereditary influence in music
Remains, as well. My daughter would listen
To Dylan with me but now won’t listen
To anything but who she is obsessed
With. Her inherited love for music
Came from me. I listened to Sinatra’s
Like she listened to what her father
Played. And I preferred Dylan. Always did.
Growing up to the sound of Dylan did
Its damage. Her obsession to listen
To Harry Styles is the mark her father
Made through nurture and nature in obsessed
listening to Dylan (like Sinatra’s
Voice in my head), she chose her own music
As I did after hearing Sinatra’s.
When she listens like her father she is me
When she's obsessed with Harry I am her.