Since my mom died I have been OBSESSED with her music. I detested the shit she listened to but I find more in it now than I did before. She was a Bluegrass musician in her life. Songwriter, guitarist, singer...she encouraged and nurtured my love for music from the time I was born. I like the old blue grass mountain music she would play but I hated that christian pop shit. Not cause it was christian, cause it made a mockery of christianity. In my eyes these people only played christian music becauz they had a frsure audience.
She was super tolerant of my tastes. She would kiddingly pick at me sometimes, but always understood my individuality.
She recorded a cassette tape at a studio back when I was about 12 I guess. Last year I dropped $200 to have it restored and transferred into digital form. I made this really great cover for it and my sister printed them up for me so we could give em to our other brothers and sister for christmas.
I can't really remember what dad listened to then besides my mom. Now he likes really bad jazz which I find odd for a former red neck. He did pass me along my Led Zep knowledge and Bob Dylan Blood on the Tracks. He played violin in school, but gave it up to be a mechanic. He was pretty tolerant of my musical obnoxiousness. I don't recall him ever trashing what I liked....he sure as hell did'nt understand it though.