#MusicMemories: Time Travel Day 11

So Beautiful To Me

I’ve yet to meet anyone who loves Joe Cocker as much as my dad loved Joe Cocker. Sometimes I think he was damn near obsessed.

At one point, we even had a dog named Joe Cocker Spaniel. (It was an opportunity he simply couldn’t pass up.)

He loved the oddity that was Joe Cocker — gravelly voice, far from rock star looks, the fact that he looked like he was having a stroke every time he performed. Frankly, I think my dad was just impressed that this man became famous at all. Dad always did root for the underdog.

This song in particular my dad used to constantly sing to me. It was like a lullaby.