Seminal Rock
“What’s this old vinyl record,” I call to Dad.
We are in the middle of downsizing him for his final move to a retirement facility. This is a painful exercise on many levels.
“Which one?” he replies.
“There’s only one…by Iron Butterfly. How do you pronounce the title?”
“In-a-ga-da-da-vida.”
“Is it English?”
“It’s a piece of seminal rock and roll.”
“Yeh? What does seminal mean?”
“You were conceived to it.”
“No.”
“Yes. After dinner with a bottle of good red wine, that was the record your Mother played…well, you know how these things end. You were conceived…seminal.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. The acting experience has inspired a latent desire to write. Barry is enjoying the challenge of writing in 100 words.
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