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Getting off the swing

Tuesday, July 29, 2008 - 3:06 pm - Just to gaze upon its placid surface, this is relaxing summer. Without work or any significant responsibilities, my days are filled with luxury problems like trying to be in bed by one so I don’t sleep past nine or having to decide if I should read and doze in bed, on the couch, or in [...]

A birthday goodbye

Wednesday, July 2, 2008 - 6:27 am - “What is this?” Mom asked, holding up a round black and orange baking dish. No pause. “That’s what I use for artichoke dip. I need that.” Blink. “Oh.” I leave New York today, my 28th birthday, having moved here just before my 23rd. A lot of the stuff I’ve been packing up this past week came down with [...]

Notes on the anniversary of the summer of ?98

Tuesday, June 24, 2008 - 8:15 pm - One week from today, my parents will appear on the curb outside my Brooklyn apartment. We will load up the artifacts of my adult life and drive back to Portland. My stuff will sit in the garage for a few days while I sort and organize and consider. Several weeks later, it will be back [...]

The right side of the jungle

Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 9:51 am - Older people (my beloved grandmother, for example) are often fond of saying that any day spent on the right side of the grass (that is, over it instead of under it) is a good day. At 27 going on 28, I’m not so conscious of the Fates cutting my thread, but as a middle school [...]

Four Minus One Equals Zero

April 3, 2008

l. to r., Joe (tenor), Pete (lead), Bill (bass), Dave (baritone)

4 - 1 = 0. The equation is quartet math. With a quartet you have to have all four parts. If even one part is missing, you have nothing.

I’ve been singing with these guys since 1997 when a local high school chose The Music Man as their annual musical production. The director tried valiantly to recruit four high school boys to be the barbershop quartet the show requires, but she had no luck. Finally, she turned to parents, and Joe, Bill, Dave and I stepped forward. I knew the other guys already since we all sing in the same church choir.

As I understand it, the director said something to the kids in the show to the effect that they should be grateful that parents were willing to support their production. The kids responded by giving us our name: The Grateful Dads. In the picture here, I’m the beardless one.

I have said many times (and meant it every time) that quartet singing is more fun than a person probably should be allowed to have. My vocal range is what is called second tenor. In quartet terms this turns out to be lead—I get to sing the melody almost all the time!

In the beginning we stuck to traditional barbershop. It wasn’t long, however, before Dave got the itch to write arrangements for us. With Dave’s arrangements, we began branching into doo-wop (aging white guys singing the music of young black guys of 50 years ago). Then came Elvis. Then came the Beatles. One of our doo-wop numbers is Gene Chandler’s classic Duke of Earl. As lead, I get to do all that swooping falsetto business at the end.

When my daughter Elizabeth first heard us sing the number, I wanted to know her opinion of the performance. She thought for a moment and said, “It would be worth the price of admission for me just to hear my own father make a noise like a little girl on a roller coaster.”

One Response to “Four Minus One Equals Zero”

  1. As I Was Saying… » Blog Archive » Standing in the Penumbra of Celebrity Says:

    [...] written before about The Grateful Dads, the quartet in which I sing lead. Once every summer we sing the National Anthem at a Sea Dogs [...]

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