In Between the Lines

Father’s day was this past weekend. It was the first father’s day my dad was away from us; he has been in Colombia with my grandfather. Lately I have been reflecting on my personality and how my dad shaped me to be who I am. My father’s passion for writing is one of the traits I inherited without a doubt. He will write random thoughts on a piece of paper as if he was composing a song of some sort. He would get so annoyed if we ever threw away a piece of paper where he had written things we thought were just scribbles lol. (SN: my dads calligraphy is very elegant but hard to read) For as long as I remember he has always been the one we turn to for inspiration when we need to write a speech or message. He also has a thing for dissecting songs lyrically. You cannot get away with playing music around him without him commenting on something about the lyrical content, good or bad. So yes, if the song is vulgar you bet my dad is going to have something to say. Growing up I remember listening to Juan Luis Guerra’s Colección Romántica. That whole album is a poetic masterpiece. I recall my dad reciting verses from specific songs and just discussing how beautiful the lyrics were. My dad has always dedicated songs to my mom, I have a playlist going with the songs I can remember but I wish I had written them down growing up. This is why I pay so much attention to lyrics, I get it from my pops!

Everything about this song is compelling. The piano in the beginning, the guitar during the chorus, the lyrics oh man the lyrics are just pure emotion. The song encapsulates heartbreak so well.