33 years today is how long Vincent has been
eating and breathing music…
— * — HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT! — * —
Actually, make that 33 years and 9 months, because all through my pregnancy, he got to listen to a darn good rock’n'roll mix.
In our more intimate moments, as I sat in the rocking chair patting my belly, I would sing Joni Mitchell’s Circle Game — it was “our song.” After he was born, I quickly noticed he remembered that song; as soon as he would hear it, he’d become very calm and usually fall asleep before the end of the last verse.
Pardon my rump, but this is the only photo I’ve got with both of us in front of the sound system we had at the time.
The scene takes place in November 1980 in the house where Vincent was born. You’ll notice the huge speaker behind me; two of these monsters blasting their 12-inch woofers really shook the place up. Little Vincent is probably handing me his list of special requests…
As a teenager, Vincent learned how to play the bass, the guitar, the drums. But even without an instrument, he would constantly be singing.
For his 33rd birthday, he gave me a gift. I had been nagging him for years to try to get him to record himself and last week, he finally did it. I know it took a lot of guts — whattago, Vinnie Baby !
So without further ado, I’m very proud to present to you my son Vincent singing his version of Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog.