My dad was hip so it took listening to The Mentors, and even then it only made my step mom a little bit upset, the song was "On The Rag". They were both easy going so it was hard to piss them off.
One morning I played the first Black Sabath cassette on one of those hand held things while I was in the shower. I think at 6:30 in the morning it pissed someone off.
My parents never protested the ethical or moral nature of my music as a teenager until I played "(Tit Tit Tit) Photographer Blues" by the Fabulous Poodles (remember them? They were produced by John Entwhistle). Boy, did that one caused the old man to come "barge-ing" into the room......
By the way, the album had a killer version of "Roll Your Own" that I always wanted to cop. "If you don't like the way they make 'em in the city/Tastes too strong and the paper ain't pretty/Roll your own..."
As a resident of Mpls, I saw at least one Babes show that was really great.
I never wanted to piss off my parents with music--I got all my first Stones records from my mom's collection (this was a major life changing event), but she broke my copy of the Zero Boys' Vicious Circle OVER HER KNEE!
my kid regularly tortures me with the entire Disney stable of so-called popular music. It is fairly hellish, so we share ABBA and Fleetwood Mac instead when I can manage it, and I remember my slavish devotion to the Bay City Rollers and other things to keep it in perspective.
My parents were Fleetwood Mac/Neil Young/Rolling Stones fans when I was growing up and it was almost always playing. I'm almost embarassed to [now] admit that I hated it all when I was young. I was probably off listening to Ice Ice Baby or something equally ridiculous.
Speaking of Babes for a minute, I just read an article/interview in Q Magazine that said Kat Bjelland was diagnosed with schizophrenia a couple of years ago and spent a year in an institution. Like she thought pictures/paintings were talking to her, and that someone was coming to take her child away. And that she just kicked a really bad smack habit. And that she's writing a book.
I loved that band when I was an angsty 15 year old. They weren't technically wonderful musicians, but there was just this powerful frenetic energy and passion when they played that erased/cancelled out the flaws. Screaming is screaming (according to my parents), but Kat could shatter glass and move walls. I was sad to hear about her recent troubles.
People in bands/people that were in bands always have really good Lori Barbero stories. I'd love to hear some.
As a very young person, it was Kiss that I tortured my mom with the most. Then they put out the disco song and my mom liked 'em, so it was time to move on.
One particular trip from Indianapolis to Florida for spring break, I played Public Image Ltd's "First Issue" over and over again for most of the trip.
My father is a bigtime music fan - always has been - and at this point our tastes are eerily similar. When I was first getting into punk in the late 70s, he was into the more intellectual side of the "new wave" scene - stuff like Talking Heads, Gang of Four, London Calling, the Ska revival. I liked all that stuff, but we parted company over hardcore. He completely HATED hardcore.
When I discovered hardcore, I just went at it with a vengence. I listened to nothing but HC for a couple of years. Oh, man, my dad hated it so much - especially since he'd been encouraged that we liked similar records for a short while - as a kid I'd been into heavy metal, which he also despised.
There's a Minor Threat song on the Out of Step EP (which I played constantly), maybe Look Back and Laugh, where Ian says "fuck it, maaannnn..." Well, my dad latched on to that lyric, and any time he wanted to make fun of HC (which he did constantly), he'd strike a pose and say "fuck it, maaaannnn..." He boiled the whole genre down to that one thing. It's sort of ironic that the one group he latched on to as particularly ridiculous is the group that everyone names as being transcendent within the genre - the ultimate critics' darlings. Something tells me he wouldn't revise his opinion twenty five years later.
Now that I think of it, my Mom thought Bob Dylan was a terrible musician - horrible singer and songwriter. She used to imitate his lyrics by singing "Going down the road, picking up a frog, and putting it in my pocket...." *sigh*
My mom also deeply disliked Dylan, but it was bcause he was mean to Joan Baez.
For those interested, Lori B from Babes in T is moving to Austin, TX. the winters up here are pretty awful, so it is understandable. If you would like to read things by Michelle L., their first bass player, she is writing for the City Pages of Mpls. She's only doing drink reviews so far but they're the only readable thing in there. If we have any luck they will let her take over the entire thing. There were a couple of recent films of Ms. Belland up on Utube. They're probably still there.
I have some pictures of Kat and I and our respective babies that I could post someday. My baby is not a baby any more, and had a screaming fit when the Jo Bros were on the nominating the nomination of grammies the other night. Then she came down to the practice space to inform me that lil wayne was nominated. lil wayne is my hanna montanna.
Andy, yeah, I know what you're saying...the Lemonheads then instantly faded into multi-platinum obscurity. That's such a great perspective when most people have no idea the band even existed pre-1992.
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I'm not crazy about Michael Jackson or modern-day indie rock, but I will sing the SHIT out of some prime Manilow.
Burd, you nailed me.
I write the songs that make the whole wooooorld siiiing....
ahhhh Bullet Lavolta,their 1st 12" almost bordered on being the new Jerry`s Kids !!! Then they hit the UK with the Lemonheads & they both fell away.....those were the days lol
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Burd, I would never accuse you of being shy about speaking your mind. And I doubt anyone would have thought me anything but a raging snob from way back. And with the anti-Manilow snobbery of the post below, we continue to have plenty in common. FTR:…
John, it didn't seem like good natured to me when I went back and looked. It reeked of pretentious snobbery. Haughtiness. The funny thing is; I'd probably step up and say something if someone was doing it to you. Incidently, there are all sorts of t…