
Back in January, I wrote a special Basement Song column dedicated to my daughter, Sophie, on her birthday. Tomorrow, November 14, is my son Jacob’s birthday, and I now I want to dedicate something to him.
When it came time to choose a song to focus on, I couldn’t help but return to a number that he and I bonded over recently. Some of you loyal readers to Popdose may cry foul over using this Gaslight Anthem song twice in less than a month. See, I reviewed their album in October and actually featured today’s song. However, it was through my repeated listens to The ‘59 Sound, and the title track of the album, that Jacob became familiar with the song. When I was contemplating what to say to Jacob for his birthday, this song’s melody kept coming back to me. I took that as a sign to forgo the tearjerker I was going to write about and keep this post in the rocking spirit of my son. Thanks for reading.
Jacob,
When thinking of what to write today I contemplated reflecting on your rugged journey into this world. The days you spent in the neonatal intensive care unit, the concern that you needed surgery, the sudden helicopter ride that flew you from peaceful Burbank to the noisy and crowded UCLA hospital,, and finally bringing you home with us just in time for Thanksgiving, yes, a lot happened during the week you were born, so much that much of it is a blur to your father. I spent so much time driving in my car going to and from home to the hospital to your aunt and uncle’s that you’d think I could recall some melody from that period in late 2001. But I can’t.
The more I think about it, though, the more I think this is a good thing. I don’t want to dwell on the heartache or the pain; I don’t want to dwell on cystic fibrosis, or breathing treatments or the number of pills you have to take each day. No, today I just want to say how blessed I am that you’re my son. (more…)

