Dec 27, 2016

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For a long time I believed my Dad was Harry Nilsson. As I grew up, so did the frequency of Dad’s travels. But, I always kept Dad close courtesy of what remained when he was gone. Harry Nilsson. “Lullaby in Ragtime” was our go-to song for sleep-inducing dances, my legs defeated, toes covered by the caps of my footie pajamas.

Dad often donned a tweed newsboy cap similar to Nilsson’s on the cover of A Little Touch of Schmilsson in the Night. When I saw or heard that album, the lullaby song in particular, I saw and heard my dad, no matter where he was.

But, Nilsson was just the start of my education.