Some nepo babies get a real estate empire or worldwide fame. Others get a blog post about a favorite song from Rochester (NY).
Sorry, Sohan.
You shouldn’t have grown up with introverted parents in Western New York. This is what happens.
But bear with me for a moment.
I’ve had a front row seat to something special, something that has flooded the household with all sorts of tunes.
Your mom and I have wondered for years if this was meant to be a gift for us or if it was meant to be shared.
In all honesty, our joy has already been delivered.
You, as a man, have opted to share. (In even more honesty, we love that decision.)
That gets me to now, September 4, 2026, the day you officially released your first single, not including the ones you sent out in boomerang fashion.
It’s called “Him Instead”.
After spending a decade and a half listening to you tinker, I didn’t know what to expect.
I’ve heard you shredding Beethoven on the piano.
And I’ve heard you doing Brubeck on the sax.
Just to please me (but not the neighbors), you banged out some grunge on the drums.
When you took a keyboard to Boston to dabble in funk, you came back playing the guitar instead.
And then I heard those Green Day covers—on the bass.
More recently, you decided to learn a new instrument, the kind that requires vocal chords.
All this, over time, has made its way through the filter that is your brain.
What could the result possibly be?
There’s only one word for it: Sohan.
As your vocals continue to meet your innate musicianship, and as my vocals (otherwise known as unsolicited comments) continue to drift into the background, something tells me that your mom and I won’t be the only ones who know what you can do.
No matter what, thank you for giving me my favorite song from Rochester.
