It was mostly music from his teenage years blasting through the surround sound speakers in the boot. Music that my sister, Monique, and I didn't even realize had already had its glory days atop the charts. We'd just hum the melodies while looking out the window and then mimic the mostly whiny vocals competing against the thrumming bass chords. It was only a matter of years before we had become aural, …show more content…
And, the thing is - we never did this in any other situation. In mum's car, nope. Only with Dad.
There was always one song we heard constantly while he drove. Yes’ 1983 hit, “Owner of A Lonely Heart”. My sister and I liked it because of the weird sound effects and the ever-changing mood of the song. No matter where we went, it suited the situation.
That was our childhood meaning. Our adolescent meaning was a bit different, more nostalgic for a time we never knew. Dad must have been trying to remember that time too.
It wasn’t until I was much older that I fully comprehended why Dad kept playing this song. It could have been the harsh, electrifying guitar chords, or the rhythm heavy, funk inspired middle 8, but it was the lyrics to the chorus.
Owner of a lonely heart. Owner of a lonely heart. Owner of a broken heart.
On and on and on, Jon Anderson chanting over the echoing reverb from Trevor Rabin’s haunting riff.
Dad always liked to use music to convey his emotions. He proposed to my mother with his brother playing a Style Council song on acoustic guitar. His taste of music revolved around positive funk with rock guitars, often paired to depressing