Lyrical Shapes of Fatherly Love by Ken Myers

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From Heavenly Harmony

Lyrical Shapes of Fatherly Love

When my son was seven or eight, he was plagued by various fears at bedtime that kept him from falling asleep. In an effort to provide some form of comfort, I gave him a small cassette player that had a decent speaker to place on his bedside table and set about to make him a mix tape. As a professional audio producer with lots of elaborate gear at hand—and as a parent long concerned about the responsibility of helping to form the imagination of my children—this was a natural response. My efforts soon resulted i . . .