So I wrote about how I feel about my Dad's politics, and it was awkward to do, but turned out to be a sort of experience of love and grace, too (because my Dad is wonderful). Full story here, at Paste Magazine.
About 10 years ago, my Dad dug out his old record collection and gave it to me. It’s full of classic albums, some common and some rare. There’s Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On from 1971, and there’s the folk singer Fred Neil’s second album, 1967’s Fred Neil, with the original version of “Everybody’s Talkin’,” that Harry Nilsson would cover and make famous. The edges are frayed and the sleeves are worn; I can see how many times my Dad must have listened to both records.
But listening to them myself, now, causes me a very particular kind of heartache. I know that the young man who once loved all this protest music went on to vote for Donald Trump.