My Dad (Part 2)
No person can be defined by a singular or even several sets of occurrences, especially mistakes, within his/her/their life. I am of the opinion and mind that we are far too complicated to merely say: this person is evil or they are a waste of flesh and bone and blood.
It does humanity a huge disservice to think in such shallow water. We, in fact, are quite deep.
When the water is still, we see our own reflection, as a mirror. But, when the water is agitated: we do not.
My father can be a good man.
One day, he paid attention to me. When I was around 19 or 20 years old, he asked me if I wanted guitar lessons!
Hallelujah!
My heart sang for the first time in ages, having him ask me such beautiful words. He saw me! That is what gifts can be: an expression of seeing another person. Truly seeing who they are, and then gifting that individual something which furthers his/her/their pursuits in life.
I took guitar lessons from a man named Joe Dykes. He was a Berklee School of Music Graduate, and a brilliant guitar player.
I asked Joe to teach me how to read music, and he did. Aw, what a gift!
Dad, you are incredible. There are times you are like Babe Ruth: knocking it out of the park!
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
WHO IS MIKE VITALE?
I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. Iām constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify: