Music your Parents [in(directly)] forced you to Listen to -

[Maurice Caine]

Yeah, I'm not well-versed in rockabilly either, but that's the sort of stuff! The Rythym Rockers song I think I've heard before, but there's so, sooo much rockabilly floating around, and to be brutally honest, it all sounds the same to me, lol.

Don't want to shit up the thread with too much rockabilly, but some of the more memorable tracks:

Spoiler: rockabilly

These two bands were more my speed. So of course Maw and Paw Snek never played them...

I recall that little red song from some Brazilian no-name 60's beat combo group, Honey Don't was covered by a big guy over here, Not sure who's the original composer for that Little Red. These are decent grooves, it's surprising how much music was done back then and never saw success.

Spoiler

 

[Not a local]

Grew up listening to deftones, radiohead, and a bunch of other similar artists thanks to my dad. My mother was always listening to boy band shit like otown and backstreet boys. That music still makes me cringe to this day.

 

[Jeff Boomhauer]

Just a few from the top of my head:

From dad: ACDC. Not complaining.

From mom: Steely Dan. Not complaining here, either.

From both: Hootie and the Blowfish. I've listened to the songs from Cracked Rear View so much from long car trips, they're ingrained into my brain.

 

[Unpaid Emotional Labourer]

Outlaw country from the 1970s. I do recall it fondly. =)

 

[Spunt]

My dad got me into some good stuff like Gary Moore, Dire Straits, Eric Clapton and CCR - he inspired me to pick up a guitar and play those songs. Sadly he also loves Paul Simon and Bob Dylan, neither of whom I can fucking stand. When his car got broken into and the stereo stolen, I actually celebrated because his copy of "Graceland" was in the tape deck and I'd get a break from it. It's the most smug, pretentious, boring album I've ever heard and I like prog.

My mum was into some really good bands - The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, ELO. Sadly, those bands didn't make the cut on the mix tape she had in the car 24/7/365 and which would play on the way to and from school every day for about 5 years. For 5 years I had to suffer garbage like the Carpenters, Neil Sedaka and Don Fucking McClean who wrote "Vincent", a song that contains more whining and narcissistic self-pity in 5 minutes than the Used's entire discography. (It's a song about Vincent van Gough, well actually it's about Don McClean comparing himself to van Gough because Vincent was a tortured, misunderstood artist JUST LIKE MEEEEE and it makes me want to reach through the speakers and slap him). Also Fred Astaire can fuck off, I'm sure he was a really good dancer, but 1) I don't give a shit about ballroom dancing and 2) you can't even see the fucking dancing on a worn C90 tape.

 

[Deadly Nightshade]

Growing up in a Mexican household: ugly polka music.

I don’t hate it anymore like I did in the past but am indifferent to it now.

 

[Ralph Cifaretto]

Man my dad was a huge fan of the Beach Boys. I vaguely remember listening to Kokomo or some shit when I was like six or seven years old.

Sometime within the last decade, I dropped acid and put on Pet Sounds. Holy shit, dad was right!

 

[COCl₂]

Don Henley, Tom Petty, Alabama

 

[SuperConglomerateWhale]

I hate the Grateful Dead now. Every damn second of every damn day of my childhood.

 

[CEO of Pickles]

 

[Dutch Courage]

My dad went through a phase in the 1960's when he was trying to catch up to what people about ten years younger than he was were into. He amassed a modest collection that included all of the Beatles albums from Rubber Soul on, Between the Buttons and Beggar's Banquet by the Rolling Stones, Green River by Creedence Clearwater Revival, a complete set of Bob Dylan albums from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan through New Morning (but no Self Portrait), Disraeli Gears and Goodbye by Cream, Surrealistic Pillow by Jefferson Airplane, Music from Big Pink by the Band, All Things Must Pass by George Harrison, Plastic Ono Band by John Lennon, Bookends by Simon and Garfunkel, most of the Lovin' Spoonful's records, and a couple of other famous ones.

He never really related to rock music, and went back to classical and jazz, and stopped buying records entirely by 1972 or so, About a decade later, I was rummaging through my parents' records and laid claim to all of the above, and anything else that looked like it might have something to do with rock music. Dad is still with us now, in his late 80's, and his horizons have widened. I successfully turned him on to the Grateful Dead when he was in his mid-80's, and even got him interested in the Kinks, although his taste for rock music remains stalled in 1971 and before.

His collection was a pretty good starter's kit for what became a lifelong obsession of mine (for better and worse). I became one of those idiots who spent every dime I came across on record albums and (later) CDs. Then, when the internets got started, I started downloading shit. I slowed down after I downloaded my two millionth audio track (not a typo; I have more music on my hard drives than Apple Music did when it first opened), and have carved out my own idiosyncratic little musical universe from it all.

My mom, who was drawn to folk music, had narrower taste and tended to obsess on the same artist a lot. She had an extended Pete Seeger phase, which spilled over to me because she kept buying me children's albums that he did (I never realized he was a commie until years later). This was replaced, thankfully, by an extended Johnny Cash phase, who was a lot easier to take. She was also into Tom Paxton, who made kids albums too, but even my pre-school self found him smarmy and stupid. Tim Hardin was a thing for awhile too. Then she reverted to Bing Crosby, and I noped out completely.

Dad got me started on the basics (which I quickly expanded on by fleshing out the Stones and Airplane records and digging into Pink Floyd, The Who, The Byrds, and others), but when I was a teenager, punk and new wave was going on, and I started gravitating to contemporaneous music. John Lennon's death kind of pushed me involuntarily into the 1980s, and I stuck mostly with my era after that. It's funny looking back though; I wasn't yet a teenager when I found his record stash, and his records seemed to hold the key to a mysterious world that seemed a lot cooler than anything that was happening at my house. It sure has been a very long time since the Beatles or Bob Dylan seemed like wizened sages to me; that first taste of music was enlightening and paradigm-shifting. It ultimately has led me nowhere, but at least I enjoyed the thrill of discovery many times since then.

 

[Samir]

Pretty weird music taste with my parents. My mom was actually super into Eminem, DMX, and any other rapper that was big in the early - mid 2000s. She was also into 2pac and Biggie when they were still alive. Now she just listens to country music. And my dad is a massive unironic fan of that yelly Indian music.

 

[Dysnomia]

My stepfather was a hippie Vietnam vet so he listened to a lot of Skynyrd and Zeppelin and other stuff from around that era. My uncle hates that stuff so much. He had a band in high school and he said whenever they played at a party all anyone wanted to hear was Free Bird and Stairway. He gets mad if you put that stuff on as a joke.

 

[Monkey Shoulder]

Eh, my dad listens to pretty much every 70's rock band, and my mom has kinda the same taste, with a bit of jazz sprinkled on top. So I had that playing all the time at home, which was alright TBH.

I've got a much older brother who got in to metal in the early nineties, and he'd always blast Pantera or Manowar in his car, and that probably had a bigger effect on me.

 

[KooksandFreaks]

The Beatles. Both parents and grandparents. Made me learn how to strum the chords on a guitar. Also, American folk music and ballads.

 

[Islamic Creampie]

When the old man was drunk I was inevitably made to play Unchained Melody, Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine, and Stand By Me half a dozen times.

 

[stupid orc]

my dad was into weather report and the grateful dead both of which i hated as a kid but i enjoy now. my mom had R.E.M’s discography up until reveal on cds/tapes and would play them over and over again in the car that was the only thing she ever listened too besides car wheels on a gravel road which does fuck. https://youtu.be/YgnnrZfoZS0

 

[Monkey_Fellow]

My dad was a huge movie buff, so there were a lot of movie scores.
Everything Tarantino and Scorsese.
Also alot of Sinatra.

 

[Damien Thorne]

My father introduced me to Crosby Stills and Nash, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Elton John, Gordon Lightfoot, Yes, and Frank Zappa.

My mother introduced me to fucking Ace of Base.

You decide who had a better influence.

 

[XMassAllYearRound]

A bunch of spaniard artists that my mother thought were hot.

Miguel Bose, mostly.

I even hid her CD's multiple times as a kid because I hated that shit.