His selections were pretty predictable, most of the time we got a dose of Harry Chapin, the Eagles, Zeppelin or Clapton. Once in a while we were treated to what my dad dubbed 'chick' music, I think he got a kick out of watching us trying to pair our vocal stylings with the likes of Joni Mitchell, or Bonnie Raitt.
It sent me reeling back to those overcast afternoons when an old favorite of mine came on in the car this morning.. the beach boys "little indian".
I want to fashion a headdress, participate in peace pipe puffing, ride a pony, wild child it up. ..and post these politically improper but cute-sy images: