Papá rocanrolero (or My dad rolls!)

My dad has a big passion in life... ok, let's re-word it, so that my mum does not lose with the phrase!...My dad has two passions in his life: playing his guitar is one of them.
Here I am, writing for this blog, while he is at the back of the house rehearsing with some friends.
My dad learned to play the guitar when he was about eight years old. Since then it has been one of the loves of his life, and he used the gift to conquer the other one: my mum. They got married when they were 21 years old and my dad was in the first year of Medical School. I am convinced that I like the Beatles so much (and singing, the music in general) because he played them for me while I was in my mum's tummy.
While he was studying, my mum was working. Sometimes we used to stay together at home, waiting for her to come back. He would record some chapters of his books to study later in the car, and then would take breaks to play his guitar... he has a soft, velvety voice, on the tenor side. The same that can make "boleros" sound tender, and the Doors sound wild.
Now, he loves the Beatles. So the first thing he asked when he went to visit me in London was not to go to Buckingham Palace, or to see the Big Ben, but "when are we going to Liverpool". We went, and he was the happiest man.

Some things never change... and him enjoying his music, always looking for pals trapped in the same vice to play, that will never change.