just because I'm listening to it

Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.

My father loves the Allman Brothers Band. When I was home for Christmas he talked about the first time he heard the live recording of "Whipping Post." He spoke as if the song had entered his physical being, took hold and never really left. There was a kind of sadness in his voice as the song played behind his words. I was trying to listen to both what he was saying and pay attention to the tortured lyrics. I needed to understand my father via the song. But I could not access his experience. However, this moment with him adds to my own encounter with the sound of that familiar drumbeat and calls to mind how influential my father's tastes in music has been.