As a man, whose meager earning can't even assure his son of a college education, the least I could do is to leave him my
passion for music and guitars. I was beginning to think that I'm a failure as a father when I barged into my son's room. It was banging and ripping my ear off with Eminem rapping like hell on his radio. Then I thought, is that what they call music?! You just curse in rhyme and beat and you're entitled to a music slam?! I thought of my good old days. Music was tender and smooth then. There were lovely melodies and sweet lyrics. So I decided to introduce my boy to The Cascades, hoping it will give a little cheer to his ripped off ears.
