Sunday, October 21, 2012

Sing us the song of the century

I have lots of happy memories of my childhood, but one of the most vivid is the day I bought my first tape. It was Blues Traveler’s Four, which means it was probably 1995. I immediately took the tape home, put it in my “boombox” and listened to “Run Around.” Then I flipped the tape over, and fast forwarded to “Hook.” And then I flipped the tape over again and then rewound back to “Run Around.” I would repeat this process for hours on end.

It was around this time that my father and I started frequently engaging in one of the oldest conversations in human history. It began in primitive times when a teenage cave man banged two rocks together in a rhythmic pattern and his cave man father immediately showed up to tell him, “Turn it down!”

I thought my dad just didn’t like “my music,” but later I realized that there’s something about being old that makes your eardrums very sensitive to loud music. My dad got out his record collection one day, threw on Deep Purple’s Machine Head and moved the needle to “Space Truckin.’”

“Now this is a song that needs to be played loud,” he said, cranking the living room stereo up.

The first riff of “Space Truckin’” blasted out and rattled the pictures hanging on the wall. My dad smiled wide and leaned back in his chair. Then the drums and bass came in and my dad flinched. We listened for a few moments while my dad looked uncomfortable and then got up and turned the volume down.

“It’s, uh, too loud,” he said, a little bit ashamed that he couldn’t even listen to his own music at loud volumes anymore.

It was cool listening to my parents' music because it was like getting a rare glimpse into their past lives before they had children and became terminally lame. My dad would put a record on and go into this kind of trance. He'd say, “Oh man, this song takes me back. This song was real big that summer, back when I was...”

At this point he'd snap out of it and realize his kids were sitting around him.

“...studying hard, getting good grades and hanging out with good, responsible friends, that's what I was doing!”

Every year when school would let out, my siblings and I would get home and my mom would throw on “School's Out” by Alice Cooper. We would dance all around the house like revolutionaries who had just overthrown an evil dictator. It was like some pagan ritual to welcome Summer, and it's one of my favorite memories.

Looking back now, I think it was pretty cool that my dad was playing me deep tracks off of his favorite records and my mom was throwing sweet dance parties. Now that I have a son of my own, I have a ton of questions: Will I let him listen to everything I listened to? Will he hate “my” music? Will I hate his music? Will I be one of those parents who hates his music but pretends to like it to seem like a “cool” dad?

I don't know. But a better question is: Why are boy bands making a comeback?

Do you remember the first record/tape/CD/MP3 you ever bought?


  1. As embarrassing as this is, my first tape was The Backstreet Boys' debut album. And then N'SYNC's debut album. I doubt my kids will ever want to listen to that music. Blues Traveler is great, though!

  2. The first cd my parents bought me was N'sync. The first CD I bought for myself was Lola Ray. I would just listen to all of my older sister's music before I realized that I could start my own collection of music.

    I really hope that my kids don't hate The Beatles. I'll disown them.

  3. I love this post :) I think about the same things all the time, being a massive music enthusiast.
    I play the Little Mister my music more than I play him kid music (selfish of me but I want to brainwash him)! I hope it has the desired effect and makes him like it more when he's older, or it could just backfire and he'll hate it haha.

    My first cassette was very early 90s and it had lots of R&B on it. Stuff like Kriss Kross and other inappropriate songs like "humpin' around" by Bobby Brown - don't think my mum really thought it out but I am kind of proud it was my first tape (I would have been 6 or 7).

    My first CD was a No Doubt single (Sunday Morning) and although really commercial, it triggered a massive love of real ska music, followed by a massive punk phase. I would be SO chuffed if my son admired me for it when he's older.

    Now I'm a bit more sedate, listening to cruisy, beachy acoustic tunes. There's still a bit of that punk rock fire inside me though, so I hope it's a sign that I'm getting too old!!

  4. My first CD was "Beyond Pink" by Barbie. They did a really stellar rendition of "Happy Together" and then there were a lot of songs about boys and the color pink.

    Also, I still have a deep and abiding love for boy bands and I love me some One Direction these days. Plus, I still listen to Nsync all the time. I don't know why they're coming back though. But, I love them.


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