My friend Harold made these mix tapes. Sick tapes. Wonderfully sick tapes.
You become a father, and so Harold starts you off sweetly enough, Loudon Wainwright III warning: "Be careful there's a baby in the house."
Things develop from there.
It doesn't take many songs of sacrifice and wonder to get from that simple caution to Was Not Was screaming: "Hello, Dad. I'm in Jail. Jail! Jail! Jail!"