Some fathers and sons bond through sports. My dad and I bonded through television.
Specifically, the 10 p.m. news, then Johnny Carson. I started watching Carson with Dad when the show was still in New York, before 1972. Dad loved — and still loves — comedians and any musician who swings. My tastes were shaped along the same lines.
I mention that just so you’ll know where I’m coming from as I roll out selections from Dad’s collection from time to time. Dad is 81. He has the apartment with the loud music.
That said, welcome to Ray’s Corner, where the martinis are made of gin with the vermouth bottle held about a foot away.
“Ain’t That A Kick In The Head,” Dean Martin, 1960, from “Dino: The Essential Dean Martin.”
AM, Then FM 
Hey pallie Ray, you dad must love Dino, ’cause no one “swings” more then the King of Cool. Never was, never will be anyone as cool as Dino. Oh, to return to the days when Dino walked the earth. Like thanks so much for the Dinosong.
I love my dad, but if I were to feature his music on my blog, there’d be a lot of Whoopee John. So I won’t.
I enjoy Dean Martin’s music. His “Matt Helm” character was almost as entertaining as 007.