I clicked “Play.”

The screen flickered, revealing grainy footage of four young men rehearsing in a cramped garage.

There was Dad, his hair past his shoulders, playing guitar with a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

“Come on, Frank!” he shouted at the drummer. “My grandma can keep a better beat than that!”

“Then invite her to join the band!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

The footage shifted between performances, backstage clips, and hilarious rehearsal moments.

In one scene, Dad attempted to leap from a speaker but landed on his backside.

In another, the bassist knocked over a tray of drinks.

I laughed until tears filled my eyes.

I’d never known this version of Dad. He was energetic, hilarious, and outspoken, nothing like the silent man I’d eaten breakfast with.

Then the video abruptly stopped.