May 4th, 2015

planet

my parents' music

a while back I posted up my top ten 90s albums, with the note that I wanted to make sure my kids were aware of them, and several of you said that kids only listen to the music of their own generations so they won't give a crap about my music.

not so, I say! let me present myself as evidence. I totally love my parents music!

Again, Marc and I come from different worlds. He was raised on 70s disco, ABBA and the Bee Gees. I was raised to believe that there was absolutely no reason to listen to disco. Music was supposed to mean something, disco was mindless.

My parents listened to the Beatles, endlessly. Just like I talked about going to my school library to use the computers that connected to the internet, Mom talked about listening with headphones to sgt. pepper to the record player at her library. Formative.

We also, I told Marc, listened to "any band that was at Woodstock".

So here is my list of my parents music. I can't sort it into albums because I didn't hear this music as albums, I heard it as a mishmash of overlapping decades, all pushed together on road trips or classic rock stations.

And this list might be different from my parents list of my parents music because I'm not them, this is my own taste, with a little of their influence.

The Beatles - My dad once said his favorite song was Strawberry Fields, I should ask him about that again to verify because how can you really have a favorite Beatles song?

Peter, Paul and Mary - I was a very small child when I learned all the words to Puff the Magic Dragon.

Joni Mitchell - I think at some age I told Dad I wanted to listen to more female artists, and without missing a beat he told me his generation had everything I needed. And there was Joni Mitchell, canadian singer songwriter, painter, beautiful voice, unimaginably deep. Someone I could lock myself in my room with for a few years. I would listen to "A Case of You".

Carole King - I am still not sure of my parents exact feelings on Tapestry. I think they like it, but talk about how everyone had it, it was so conventional it came with your house when you moved out to the suburbs. Note: we lived in the suburbs.

The Eagles - When I was a teenager The Eagles came out with "Hell Freezes Over" and it was on repeat at our house for two or three years. I know exactly what to fear if I'm ever on a dark desert highway.

Simon and Garfunkel - Maybe this one was more me than my parents, alone in my room listening to "I am a rock". My parents wanted me to understand The Graduate, I think by the time I was a graduate. I wasn't old enough. Now it's fantastic. Hello darkness my old friend

Janis Joplin - Was at woodstock. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Pink Floyd - The Wall was the first album I ever listened to that was one long story, not just a bunch of random songs. I had no idea this could be done.

Kansas - although my parents would joke about this, since they both lived in Kansas. The story was that Kansas toured so much, everybody got sick to death of seeing Kansas. Then when they hit it big with "Carry On My Wayward Son", they left the state of Kansas and never came back.

The Hollies - Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say, Please share my umbrella. Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows, Under my umbrella

The Mamas and the Papas - What are those chords at the beginning of California Dreamin'?

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - Let it be known that Joni Mitchell wrote Woodstock. But with that out of the way, Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.

Lynyrd Skynyrd - and Black Oak Arkansas were our southern rock saturday night bands.

Fleetwood Mac - Or Stevie Nicks. I love all these songs, I don't care how screwed up the relationships were that created them.

Jefferson Airplane - A fantastic protest band. Also my dad never told me "don't judge a book by its cover", he just told me the story of Grace Slick walking into a car dealership looking like a broke hippie, then paying cash for an Aston Martin.

Elton John - Despite that scene in "Almost Famous" making Tiny Dancer even more cliche than it already was, with a decent break, it's perfect again. Oh and never watch Moulin Rouge either.

there, see. a list I can keep adding to. kids do hear some of their parents music.