I remember when I was little there was a rule in my dad's car: My car, my music. He was a big fan of classical, opera and country and as tortuous as it was at the time, I have to say that if it weren't for him I may never have been able to tell the difference between Beethoven and Bach, or heard the exquisite voice of Maria Callas. Or appreciated the sage words of wisdom from Johnny Paycheck as he sang, "Take This Job And Shove It.
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Nevertheless my friends and I were usually mortified on these car rides, praying he would come to his senses and switch stations so that we could be spared another concerto and could groove to just one Kool The Gang song. It sounds so cliché, but I actually do remember him turning around to us young punks sitting in the back seat as the sounds of Mozart played over our station wagon's tinny speakers and saying, "Now, that's music. Not like that noise you're always listening to.
" We'd sit in tortured silence, rolling our eyes and promising ourselves that when we had kids we'd never be so out of touch with their musical tastes.
Fast forward to present day and this conversation that took place in my car last week:
Kira: Ooooh! Turn it up!
I love this song.
Me: Is this Yellowcard?
Kira: No, this is Snow Patrol.
Me: They sound exactly like Yellowcard.
Kiyomi: They don't sound anything like Yellowcard.
Me: Yellowcard, The Fray, Snow Patrol, Five For Fighting.
Who can tell? They all sound exactly the same. Exactly like Coldplay.
When the next song came on, "Family Affair" by Mary J Blige, I turned the volume up and could almost hear my dad's voice saying, "Now that's music." And my girls sat there in tortured silence, rolling their eyes and promising themselves that when they had kids they'd never be so out of touch with their musical tastes.
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