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04-09-2006, 07:27 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Scarred for life
I did a search, and couldn't come up with anything that matched this topic. (maybe I just didn't use the right keywords, I don't know)
I was just curious if people would like to share the music they listen to that they heard growing up, coming from their parent's stereo. What music do you enjoy because your parents enjoyed it? For me, I know more Motown than any middle class, middle aged, white suburbanite should, because that is what my Mom loved. I also own some John Denver, another favorite of my Mom. Anyone else?
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04-09-2006, 07:30 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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my parents didn't/don't listen to music, my sister is however 12 years older and yes, she definetly scarred me for life with martika, jason donovan and kyle minogue and other 80's horror music....she did have some joe cocker (sp?)...that was rather good....
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04-09-2006, 08:36 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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Smashing Pumpkins, REM, Marcy Playground, Pearl Jam, Green Day, The Offspring, Stone Temple Pilots... my dad basically introduced me to all 90's alternative music. Not that I wouldn't have heard it on my own, but listening to my dad play Mellon Collie in the car 24/7 for a few weeks definetely helped out my budding musical tastes.
It took me a while to realize that most of the stuff I used to think of as my "dad's music" was actually better than the crap I started listening to... like Papa Roach... |
04-09-2006, 09:22 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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^ same with the beatles, and led zeppelin......the kinks, and of course pink floyd
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
04-09-2006, 09:25 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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Yeah, for most bands all my parents were able to do was reccomend them to me once I started listening to classic rock, since they had only had the records (most of which were lost/sold/etc.), and not CD's.
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04-09-2006, 09:28 PM | #8 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ hah i own you i got a record player biznatch...sorry couldnt help it
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
04-09-2006, 09:48 PM | #10 (permalink) |
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^ ERRRRR DIE..... jk jk anyways i have like 100 records
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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