San Francisco, California
London, United Kingdom
For better or worse, we've come a long way from the days when rock & roll was an entirely pure form of generational rebellion. Even in my lifetime, I've seen fathers go from older dudes who yelled, "Turn that racket down!" to roving bands of aging dads in jeans and t-shirts who are more likely to ask the kids if they can sit in and jam with their emo bands. Where I live, when a dad tells you that he's taking his kid hunting, he generally means record hunting at Amoeba Music.
I've been thinking about these issues lately because four talented dads in my neighborhood -- Freddy Curci, Rick Neigher, Adam Gorgoni and Chris Cote -- got together recently and formed an acapella group that's fittingly called Who's Your Daddy! These are all men with distinguished credits in music, as well as film and television, who have gotten together to raise their voices for fun and profit too.
In theory, I confess that I was scared. In practice, these gentlemen have produced one of the best and most joyous albums I've heard all year. Their debut album -- also called Who's Your Daddy! -- is full of vivid, inventive and high-flying vocal versions of rock, pop and soul standards from The Cars' "Let's Go" to Stevie Wonder's "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" to Earth, Wind & Fire's "Shining Star" to The Doobie Brothers "Long Train Runnin'" and a concluding medley of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "Someone To Love." The results are uniformly spectacular -- a perfect mature blend of middle-aged Glee and middle aged crazy. How cool can a bunch of dads singing without instruments be, you ask? So damn good that our kids like it too.