Our lineage has always held fathers. All in different shapes and forms. Some balding, others brooding. Some with a tough or easy exterior and soft heart, whilst others with a hardness that never really wore off.  One thing they’ve all had in common is changing us. The same way they were changed by their dads.  Every time I listen to Made in Japan, I think of my grandfather. Not because he was a fan, but because I know the song carries his essence the same way phantom memories of his life in his village do. Every time I’m kind without thinking twice, I think of my dad. Not because that’s…