So growing up Saturdays my dad didn't work and my mom usually did. My dad would start the day doing chores really loudly waking my sister and I up for being the lazy little under 10 **** bags we were. After the chores were done he'd get his only tie (it was maroon with paisleys on it) and use it as a bandanna, bust out his acoustic guitar and jam his *** off to his records, singing at full volume.
It was embarrassing because a lot of times my friends would come over and knock and knock on the door and he wouldn't hear them, but they would hear him. I think he lived for those Saturdays.
He'd sing all kinds of stuff. But I remember some Bread for sure. He was actually a very good guitar player and singer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0KXV0gB0dw
Here he is getting ready to rock.