Written for my dad, "Armageddon" Ed Potochnik, on his 71st birthday, in 2010. Contextual notes: the song title "So Sad Dad" was suggested to me -- repeatedly -- by my dad on a visit immediately preceding the writing of this song. During that same visit he also set a grill brush on fire (see verse 1) by starting up the grill without realizing the brush was in there. Once he saw the smoke and flames, he proceeded to pick up the grill brush with tongs and throw it, still aflame, in the yard. When I yelled, "You're going to set the neighborhood on fire!" my mom came out with a full teapot and put out the blaze. Also, this song was written in the wake of the BP oil spill, my mom really DOES like to yell at my dad, and my dad is a dedicated Powerball player (all verse 2). That's me playing everything, including a vitamin bottle full of rice as a shaker (also a tribute to my pops who always tells me to take my vitamins). Happy birthday, dad!

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