“But the older you get the more you learn to appreciate the music your parents listened to & really grow to love it yourself.”
Sometimes… My mom liked marching band music and a little bit of light jazz. I have no idea what my dad listened to, but I know what he sang – church-picnic songs (not hymns, not gospel), stuff like “Green Grow the Rushes, O”. I can’t bear any of that.
The Beatles were before my time, but definitely after my parents’ time; and the only stuff from the 50’s I can stand to listen to is old Blues, which they would never have listened to.
“But the older you get the more you learn to appreciate the music your parents listened to & really grow to love it yourself.”
Sometimes… My mom liked marching band music and a little bit of light jazz. I have no idea what my dad listened to, but I know what he sang – church-picnic songs (not hymns, not gospel), stuff like “Green Grow the Rushes, O”. I can’t bear any of that.
The Beatles were before my time, but definitely after my parents’ time; and the only stuff from the 50’s I can stand to listen to is old Blues, which they would never have listened to.