The title Dad came to us instinctively—when writing “Watch Your Step,” we thought of our dad walking down the stairs when we were kids, stepping on Legos and yelling, “God damn it!” It was one of those vivid memories that sticks with you, funny and real. We laughed thinking about how he always threatened to throw out all those Legos—and how, to this day, our parents still have them.
This piece was one of two works that year that honored our parents—the other being Om, which reflected on our mother. Dad was an homage to our father, a union electrician who worked long hours and instilled in us the value of hard work. Our first jobs were at gas stations, changing tires, pumping gas—because, as he told us, “you’re going to work from the moment you arrive until the moment you leave.”