All in the Family – Friday Fictioneers – 10/25/13

Happy Anniversary to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for leading the Friday Fictioneers for a whole year now. Wow, that went by fast. A big, heartfelt thanks to you.

In Rochelle’s honor today, I wrote biographical fiction. Thanks for all your inspiration.

Biographical Fiction (101 words)

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

All in the Family

The piano sat abandoned in the corner of our living room except when James came over. A virtuoso, his fingers flew on the keyboard, prancing and sweeping, entranced in their own dance. Music was his passion from the start. He could hardly sit while he pounded out a tune. You got lucky if he performed “Happy Birthday” in your honor, jazzing it up beyond recognition.

It was hardly a surprise to us when he learned his natural father was David Crosby and that they would tour as father and son, playing many of the classics we heard while growing up together.


For background you may want to read:
The Los Angeles Times: Son’s Orbit Follows Dad’s
Making Music Together

55 thoughts on “All in the Family – Friday Fictioneers – 10/25/13

    1. Thanks, Janet. I didn’t know you played. Will you ever see it again? I wished I knew how to play. It’s funny that while we had this piano no one ever took lessons. It’s seems strange. Why didn’t I take lessons? I guess I was too busy with dance lessons. Anyway, I hope you get to play again.


      1. I took lessons all through grade school and high school, then played for fun. But we don’t have room in the rental house for the piano, so I gave it away. Bill may get me a keyboard one of these days, although finding a place for that would be an issue, too. One of these days…


    1. Thank you. I like how you phrased that…his fingers a blur. That was it exactly! I never understood how he could move his fingers so fast and have them hit all the right keys. I wish I knew how to play.


  1. I like that he couldn’t sit still while he played. My sister in-law was like that, she bounced all over the piano bench. You could feel the emotion coming out in the music. Great story, Amy.


  2. Dear Amy,

    First, thank you. It’s been a great year and I look forward to another equal to it, if not better. I love it that you were inspired to write biographical fiction. You did a great job and taught me something. Gotta love that! Well done. I’m giving you applause and a standing ovation.




    1. Dear Rochelle,
      You have done a marvelous job leading this group. It’s been a pleasure to be a part of it. I don’t take it for granted. You keep us on track and keep this group together. And, thank you! I’m not sure how I could have taught you anything…You are so sweet to say this. I’m now curtsying to you.


  3. Dear Amy,

    Really enjoyed this piece. Are you really Melissa Etheridge’s daughter? It’s not beyond the realm of possibility. And did you really know the piano player in your story (and in the article)? Fascinating submission this week. Rochelle will be proud.




    1. Dear Doug,
      Thank you! No, I’m not Melissa Etheridge’s daughter. I just like to try to fool Perry. Yes, James was my brothers’ friend. They all played in high band together. But, he was truly a family friend, too. We knew him as Jim though. He was just Jim to us. Thanks! I appreciate that.


      1. Thank you Amy it was a pleasant weekend, though the rain has called in this Monday morning but at least it feels fresh and the weather is not cold, so a bonus 🙂

        Andro xxxx


  4. Hi Amy,
    It’s amazing how many children David Crosby has fathered, especially considering his heavy drug use. The Crosby family union will have to be held at an arena. I guess I sound cynical, but actually CSN are one of my favs. Great direction to go with this photo. Ron


    1. Thank you, Ron. I know there have been some other offspring, but I’m sure just how many. I suppose I could Google it and I would have my answer. CSN is one of those classics. We used to listen to CSN and Young, especially. – Amy


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