Nah, not really since I'm speaking musically. My dad? BIG music buff. He is the one who taught me the fundamentals. The foundation of rock and roll. What's "trippy" and what's well, not. I grew up with a regular course of Jerry G & Roger W.
More specifically, Jerry Garcia from the Grateful Dead and Roger Waters from Pink Floyd not to mention Elvis, Clapton, the Beatles, my deep love for Zep, Bowie and the British invasion.
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This post, however, may not reflect so well on me or my dad - because I, like my dad, have become a music snob. That's right, a snob. While I am fairly open to most musical stylings, I have NOT learned to love "the Biebs". I think the comparison of him to Elvis is disgraceful and makes me want to vomit.
My friends, I have officially entered... the old people zone when it comes to my musical taste.
My parents were divorced, so I was a mighty weekend warrior to my dad's house. It was cool. No animosity, no bad vibes. My dad, as I said, was an amazing human. We spent a lot of time together and when we talked or even just hung around the house the music was always playing. Mostly Pink Floyd. I learned to love Pink Floyd and many of the other classic rock bands via my dad. BUT -- drive time on Sunday night? 7 PM on CBS - the Doo Wop Shop.
I can feel my fingers moving toward eye poking now.
I could absolutely NOT stand the DooWop Shop. Hated, hated, hated. He loved it. He'd be driving along in the car and he's say, "Jenny, you need to pay attention to this stuff this is ..... " Whoever it was... And NO none of you may refer to me as Jenny.
I do the exact same thing with my girls in the car.
We'd be driving along and I throw on my 80's station and hear my Jenny 867-5309 and start jamming out while the girls are in the back seat rolling their eyes. They want to hear their Z100 type pop station that makes me want to poke my eyes out with a stick. They're in the back seat feeling the exact same way.
Oh wait, it gets worse. At my son's graduation party - I had my iPod attached to the speakers on random shuffle. One of my son's friends came into the room and said, "Oh, don't worry Mrs. C - I like to oldies too." Ahhhh WHAT??
Is my beloved 80's music the new equivalent to the DooWop Shop?? Please tell me it's not true!
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What I'm really getting at here... in the eyes of my child, I have become musically UNCOOL! At least when it comes to this genre of music. While she may "who's this?" at me when Sir Paul (Beatles) comes on the radio -- I am "who's this?" ing at her when Philip Philip Philip Philips comes on the radio. Scratch that - I know who he is because he sounds like Dave Matthews... Let's try, ummmmm Bruno Mars. What the heck is a Bruno Mars? Or.. Ooh, Ooh - that chick that sings "I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number - call me maybe?" I have more fun saying "Here's my wine glass. Go fill it maybe."
Yeah new pop on the radio? Deer in the headlights. No flipping clue! I just don't know.
I'm not totally closed off to new music. I do listen to newer rock and country - I just don't like today's Pop. I feel like I'm perpetually tuned into the Disney Channel. Anyone else?
Feed me Zep and Bruce and Bon Jovi, always Pink Floyd and Bowie. Keep me far, far away from the Biebs. Please.
I get it dad -- I do, really get it. I am slowly turning into my father musically.
Heck, it could be worse - it could be my mother... Bee Gees or Olivia Newton John anyone? No?? OK
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