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Music you grew up to...
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slantedenchanted
Ex-Bluelighter
The music I grew up to was moslty 90's alternative and grunge since I was born in '89. You know...Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Hole, Sebadoh, Pavement, ect. Still love the 90's alternative shit today, those were really the golden years of music. Then throw in some disco, Beatles, and Barry Manilow which my parents listen to heavily.
Benefit
Bluelighter
I grew up mostly under the influence of my dad's music like Jimmy Hendrix, Traffic, Cream, Dylan. My mom was always listening to weird shit like Los Lobos and she even bought the Riverdance Album, which was basically the sound of people tap-dancing. It was kind of a weird childhood.
When I was a little older I idolized my brother and emulated his musical choices: Weezer, Offspring, Bloodhound Gang. He loved Nirvana, but I never really bought into the hype. He even went through a flannel wearing phase. Turned me off to flannel and Kurt Cobain for good. It was also a real big deal for us as kids to listen to Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre because they said the "f" word all the time.
I don't really know how that influenced me. I have very eclectic tastes in music now and I like anything as long as it sounds good and requires some degree of skill (fuck you Jay-Z).
When I was a little older I idolized my brother and emulated his musical choices: Weezer, Offspring, Bloodhound Gang. He loved Nirvana, but I never really bought into the hype. He even went through a flannel wearing phase. Turned me off to flannel and Kurt Cobain for good. It was also a real big deal for us as kids to listen to Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre because they said the "f" word all the time.
I don't really know how that influenced me. I have very eclectic tastes in music now and I like anything as long as it sounds good and requires some degree of skill (fuck you Jay-Z).
you CAN judge a 'book' by its cover...
I could honestly map my progression and evolution through tastes in music by the month starting when I was 10 years old. Ive been such a huge fan of the certain genere's of music of which I am a fan that I remember my transformations into new styles and tastes like it were yesterday. Music is the one thing that has kept me happy, solid, enduring, alive and life loving throughout the majority of my existance. Without it, I would not just be a different person, I believe id be a person of much less ambition, fortitude, creativity, ingenuity, and most notably, of vitality. In short, for one such as myself, the age-old saying holds true: music is life.
Previous to developing tastes, I had no real desire for music. I listened to whatever crap I was given for christmas presents or birthday gifts. I believe prior to my discovery of my niche in the music world my collection consisted of the following: Amy Grant's Heart in Motion, Hootie and the Blowfish's Cracked Rear View, some album or two by the band DC Talk that I cant remember the name of, and some books on tape (including Homer's The Oddesy). Mostly I just turned the radio onto some top 40's crap.
Id say it all started when I was in 5th grade. I was watching MTV's Headbanger's Ball. "HOLY SHIT THIS STUFF RULES," I thought to myself. I remember the first song I heard that brought me to the fringes of hard music: the band Scrape's song Unscrape. To this day I couldnt even tell you what it sounded like, but I remember at the time feeling this surge of energy I had never felt before in my life, and I liked it. It just made me want to jump up and down, I couldnt figure out why. I diddnt even care, I just knew I liked that sound. I never thought someone could make music out of screaming.
Eventually I came across the early Rage Against the Machine, H2O, Soundgarden, The Misfits, etc - I enjoyed it all, but it just seemed to be missing something. I diddnt know what. It certainly charged me with energy, but not enough. I remember one fatefull day, I flipped on the TV, and headbangers ball was on once again. This time, Metallica was on.
Now this is the shit I needed. At last, I had discovered the sound I was looking for. I remember hearing Metallica's Fight Fire with Fire with the most painfully large smile on my face, practically drooling at the sound. It was so fast yet in control, so frenzied yet stable, and so powerful yet beautiful. Moments later, my parents discoverd headbangers ball as well and the "devil music" was forbidden in the house. I wasnt going to let that happen - I was like a lab rat that just discovered his dose machine inside a crack cocaine experiment. At the ripe young age of 10 years, molten steel slowly began pumping in my veins. I needed metal. And I needed lots of it.
I had no idea how to aquire this music. A bikeride to the mall required 30 mins or so, and besides, I had no money. Allthough I had been using a PC for years, I had no real knowledge of the internet, and even so P2P wasnt exactly feesable at that point in the web's history. One fateful day by the time I was 11 years old, once again while channel surfing, I discoverd the greatist television show of all time: BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD!!!! The show itself, well, that was ok, but when they flipped on them metal vids, I went nuts!! I remember discovering Slayer, Testament, King Diamond, Gwar, Metallica, Megadeth, Pantera, and eventually many many more big names. By 12 years old I was well versed in all the real basic metal artists, but still owned no music of my own. I would often use my cheapass stereo's microphone to record songs straight from the TV, but beavis and butthead wouldnt ever stfu and they only play part of the songs anyways. This was a problem which needed to be alleviated immediately.
Luckily for me, life offered me a paper route. To me, money = music, and nothing more. The moment I recieved my month's collection, I hopped on my mountain bike and ripped straight over to the music store at the mall. Unfortunately they only had very basic artists, such as metallica, megadeth, pantera, etc. It was better than nothing! By the time I was 13, I had my first metal album: Metallica's Ride the Lightning!!! And soon thereafter, the devil music was once again confiscated by my parents. This forced me to problem solve, and led to an even greater discovery: BLANK TAPES! Now I could blow my money on cassette tapes, and blank tapes to back them up whenever I had the shreddage loud enough to catch my rents' ears.
By the time I was 14, society had accepted the fact that I was a devil worshiping deamon summoner, and the music flowed freely. I got my first job at a farmers market, which allowed me to explore my musical tastes even further. Right next to the bakery where I worked was ***score!!!*** a used music sales station. I would dig through that pile of old 80s cassette tapes in a frenzy, and as soon as I found anything with a skull, long haired-ripped jeans dudes, blood, guitars, or spikes, I purchased it. Now I dont know how many of you know what a farmer's market is like, but cassette tapes (and CDs) wont cost more than $1-$5. I was earning $5 an hour, plus the paper route. I was bringing home more metal than a blacksmith in jerusalem.
I was never wrong with a guess. If the album cover looked cool, I bought it. Overkill, Judas Priest, Exodus, Destruction, Six Feet Deep, Sepultura, Venom, The Exploited, Slayer, Hatebreed, Metallica, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Believer, Sacred Reich, Corrosion of Conformity, Living Sacrifice, POD, Fear Factory, White Zombie, the list goes on and on. By the time I was halfway through my 14th year, I had over a hundred cassette tapes and many CDs. My thirst for hard and heavy music never ceased. I eventually discovered Metal Maniac's magazine, which allowed me to discover music outside of the recycling bin.
Everyone thought I was a freak. I diddnt care. I moved around a lot when I was a kid, and being the "new kid" constantly made me pretty numb to jsut about anything. Music was my only friend for many years. To me, there was never anything "evil" or "dark" or "dastardly" or even remotely "satanic" at all. The music was just so fucking well composed, intelligently designed, and purposely compiled. The jacket artworks were extensive to say the least. The vocalists sang with a passion found no where else in life. This music nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes many times in my youth, simply because I could sympathise so well being that passionate about creating sound. And thats all it was about to me - sound, and nothing else. I diddnt need lyrics - vocals were just another instrument. Call it satanic, call it what you will, it rocks, and if you cant stand it, then dont point your finger at me for being such a fucking pussy.
I began to despise the mass media. I began to loathe 'popular' music. I began to hate trends. I had a lust to destroy everything that was made to steal your dollar, to soil your mind with simplicity, to conform your life with its thumb-up-its-ass cheeryness; I wanted to bring down the fabric of a society that spoonfed its populace shitty music.
[end of part one - if you are reading this still - you either rock or are really bored]
I could honestly map my progression and evolution through tastes in music by the month starting when I was 10 years old. Ive been such a huge fan of the certain genere's of music of which I am a fan that I remember my transformations into new styles and tastes like it were yesterday. Music is the one thing that has kept me happy, solid, enduring, alive and life loving throughout the majority of my existance. Without it, I would not just be a different person, I believe id be a person of much less ambition, fortitude, creativity, ingenuity, and most notably, of vitality. In short, for one such as myself, the age-old saying holds true: music is life.
Previous to developing tastes, I had no real desire for music. I listened to whatever crap I was given for christmas presents or birthday gifts. I believe prior to my discovery of my niche in the music world my collection consisted of the following: Amy Grant's Heart in Motion, Hootie and the Blowfish's Cracked Rear View, some album or two by the band DC Talk that I cant remember the name of, and some books on tape (including Homer's The Oddesy). Mostly I just turned the radio onto some top 40's crap.
Id say it all started when I was in 5th grade. I was watching MTV's Headbanger's Ball. "HOLY SHIT THIS STUFF RULES," I thought to myself. I remember the first song I heard that brought me to the fringes of hard music: the band Scrape's song Unscrape. To this day I couldnt even tell you what it sounded like, but I remember at the time feeling this surge of energy I had never felt before in my life, and I liked it. It just made me want to jump up and down, I couldnt figure out why. I diddnt even care, I just knew I liked that sound. I never thought someone could make music out of screaming.
Eventually I came across the early Rage Against the Machine, H2O, Soundgarden, The Misfits, etc - I enjoyed it all, but it just seemed to be missing something. I diddnt know what. It certainly charged me with energy, but not enough. I remember one fatefull day, I flipped on the TV, and headbangers ball was on once again. This time, Metallica was on.
Now this is the shit I needed. At last, I had discovered the sound I was looking for. I remember hearing Metallica's Fight Fire with Fire with the most painfully large smile on my face, practically drooling at the sound. It was so fast yet in control, so frenzied yet stable, and so powerful yet beautiful. Moments later, my parents discoverd headbangers ball as well and the "devil music" was forbidden in the house. I wasnt going to let that happen - I was like a lab rat that just discovered his dose machine inside a crack cocaine experiment. At the ripe young age of 10 years, molten steel slowly began pumping in my veins. I needed metal. And I needed lots of it.
I had no idea how to aquire this music. A bikeride to the mall required 30 mins or so, and besides, I had no money. Allthough I had been using a PC for years, I had no real knowledge of the internet, and even so P2P wasnt exactly feesable at that point in the web's history. One fateful day by the time I was 11 years old, once again while channel surfing, I discoverd the greatist television show of all time: BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD!!!! The show itself, well, that was ok, but when they flipped on them metal vids, I went nuts!! I remember discovering Slayer, Testament, King Diamond, Gwar, Metallica, Megadeth, Pantera, and eventually many many more big names. By 12 years old I was well versed in all the real basic metal artists, but still owned no music of my own. I would often use my cheapass stereo's microphone to record songs straight from the TV, but beavis and butthead wouldnt ever stfu and they only play part of the songs anyways. This was a problem which needed to be alleviated immediately.
Luckily for me, life offered me a paper route. To me, money = music, and nothing more. The moment I recieved my month's collection, I hopped on my mountain bike and ripped straight over to the music store at the mall. Unfortunately they only had very basic artists, such as metallica, megadeth, pantera, etc. It was better than nothing! By the time I was 13, I had my first metal album: Metallica's Ride the Lightning!!! And soon thereafter, the devil music was once again confiscated by my parents. This forced me to problem solve, and led to an even greater discovery: BLANK TAPES! Now I could blow my money on cassette tapes, and blank tapes to back them up whenever I had the shreddage loud enough to catch my rents' ears.
By the time I was 14, society had accepted the fact that I was a devil worshiping deamon summoner, and the music flowed freely. I got my first job at a farmers market, which allowed me to explore my musical tastes even further. Right next to the bakery where I worked was ***score!!!*** a used music sales station. I would dig through that pile of old 80s cassette tapes in a frenzy, and as soon as I found anything with a skull, long haired-ripped jeans dudes, blood, guitars, or spikes, I purchased it. Now I dont know how many of you know what a farmer's market is like, but cassette tapes (and CDs) wont cost more than $1-$5. I was earning $5 an hour, plus the paper route. I was bringing home more metal than a blacksmith in jerusalem.
I was never wrong with a guess. If the album cover looked cool, I bought it. Overkill, Judas Priest, Exodus, Destruction, Six Feet Deep, Sepultura, Venom, The Exploited, Slayer, Hatebreed, Metallica, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Believer, Sacred Reich, Corrosion of Conformity, Living Sacrifice, POD, Fear Factory, White Zombie, the list goes on and on. By the time I was halfway through my 14th year, I had over a hundred cassette tapes and many CDs. My thirst for hard and heavy music never ceased. I eventually discovered Metal Maniac's magazine, which allowed me to discover music outside of the recycling bin.
Everyone thought I was a freak. I diddnt care. I moved around a lot when I was a kid, and being the "new kid" constantly made me pretty numb to jsut about anything. Music was my only friend for many years. To me, there was never anything "evil" or "dark" or "dastardly" or even remotely "satanic" at all. The music was just so fucking well composed, intelligently designed, and purposely compiled. The jacket artworks were extensive to say the least. The vocalists sang with a passion found no where else in life. This music nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes many times in my youth, simply because I could sympathise so well being that passionate about creating sound. And thats all it was about to me - sound, and nothing else. I diddnt need lyrics - vocals were just another instrument. Call it satanic, call it what you will, it rocks, and if you cant stand it, then dont point your finger at me for being such a fucking pussy.
I began to despise the mass media. I began to loathe 'popular' music. I began to hate trends. I had a lust to destroy everything that was made to steal your dollar, to soil your mind with simplicity, to conform your life with its thumb-up-its-ass cheeryness; I wanted to bring down the fabric of a society that spoonfed its populace shitty music.
[end of part one - if you are reading this still - you either rock or are really bored]
longwinded story pt II (cont from first page)
One fateful day I met one of my lifelong best friends, who had a knowledge of metal I had never been exposed to. Up untill then I was pretty much only exposed to speed/thrash and power metal. He introduced me to a new sound, something I never heard before, something I loved instantly. This sound was death metal. It was so brutal, it was like a horde of tiny yet powerful little vibrations all coming to gether to form some gigantic force strong enough to nock a brick wall over. My first death metal song was, of course, Hammer Smashed Face by none other than Cannibal Corpse, my all time fav death metal act. This guy opened my doors to deaht and eventually black metal. We had one unified music collection - if he diddnt have what was mine, we recorded it on blank tape, and vice versa. I had a virtual parrot and peg leg even as a young teen!
Our collections grew and grew. Now I had two new hemispheres to add to my musical tastes, I slowly grew out of punk and hardcore (which I still listen to on occasion), and moved into death and black metal. I wanted to feel the most extreme sensations I could conjure with my mind (which, of course, led to my discovery of alcohol methamphetamine, cocaine, and cannabis, in that order). Booze, drugs, and metal: What more did one need?
By the time I was 16, I had at least 500-600 albums on cassette tape, and at least 200 CDs. Not too many 16 year old kids can boast a music collection like that. Day by day id run into more metal people, and theyd share new music with me, and I with them. I loved this culture - it was 100% about the music, it was about feeling that primal surge of energy, it was about vitality, it was about feeling the rush of life course through your veins like an atomic explosion, or dare I say, A NUCLEAR BLAST!
People in metal have such a respect for music, our music is so intricate, so filled with love purely for the sound and the scene, and never ceased to amaze its listeners with new styles, new techniques, new creative ways of producing the same vibe.
As per metal, the rest is history. If it was hard, heavy, and skillfully created, I had it. I was a huge supporter of our local scene, I always helped bands out with setting up, finding venues, gettin $$ together, whatever. We had a huge DIY scene of punk, ska, hardcore, emo (sadly, but at least it was back when no one knew what it was outside of the indie rock scene), indie, and of course, metal. I always had time to make it down to philly, allentown, reading, york, and on occasion, NYC, Baltimore, and DC for metal shows. Ive seen more bands than I can remember, and banged my head more than I could forget.
However allthroughout my early teen years I would come across another sound, a sound I couldnt describe all that well. I diddnt know what to call it - it was very mechanical, liek metal, but not the same. It was more precise and machine oriented, not as free flowing or whimsical. It wasnt as brutally insane as metal, but it was still strong, and it gave me that same sensation of power and vitality. It was throbbing, it was pulsing, it was electronic.
In the same manner that I discovered my favorite metal bands, I discovered industrial and other forms of electronica. I purchased an album by the 2 man band Circle of Dust. It had a metallic guitar crunch, but everything else was created by machines. I loved it. It sounded like electric robust life giving energy pulsing out of my speakers with magma infused audacity.
Eventually I came across the likes of Circle of Dust, Argyle Park, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Icon of Coil, VNV Nation, Suicide Commando, Velvet Acid Christ, Dj Leveler (Levler?), Angeldust, Wumpscut, and more. My metal friends always made fun of me for this - I mean I will admit most metal people are extremely elitist and thus, extremely close-minded (thats why I love u guys on this board so much - you broaden my horizons like no other!). I was the same, for a long time.
One day, while haplessly jacking tunes off of ol' Napster, I came across another new sound, it was really similiar to industrial, but at the same time completely different. This was to be one of my now favorite artists, Astral Projection. This music changed my life as much as metal did. I discovered psytrance, and this opened me to a whole new world of music and culture.
I always hung out and smoked pot and did a few other drugs with this group of raver kids. I always though that shit was kinda, well, lame. This was purely my ignorance. I admit, before these guys really opened my eyes to the vastly diverse scene that is EDM, I was a pretty hate-filled, angry, and all around pissed off animal. These kids introduced me to MDMA, and also the wide wide world of psychedellics. I still loved metal more than ever, but I began to see the world from a new perspective. This music was just as good!!! It was just as filled with vigor, and had a vibe that was undescribable. I remember going to my first rave in nyc - the shit blew my mind! Less than 100 people but everyone was rolling balls and having the time of their life. by 19 I was hitting up parties like 3x a week, and still seein a decent metal/hardcore/punk show at least once a month.
I remember first getting into trance, cuz well, it was psytrance that really introduced me to EDM. The 'regular' kinda trance was ok, but not as good as psy. Eventually I moved onto techno and jungle, and have been absorbing as much EDM as my ethernet card can handle ever since.
The drugs and partying may have caught up with me a bit - im much more mellow at 23 than I was back then, but hey, my love for music has done nothing but grow stronger.
So yeah, I apologize for the length, but its something I feel needs to get out in text form. I love music as much as I love life. Life without music would be sheer punishment. You could throw me into a bottomless pit of pain and agony, as long as I had my music collection, id survive. The best thing abotu both EDM and Metal for a music hobbyist is - ITS WORLDWIDE!!! Few musical styles are loved across every continent on the globe. This allows the hobbyist to have a NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF NEW MUSIC! Just go ahead and try - its not possible to have heard every metal song or edm track ever made, and you dont even have to go to the underground level. I cant go more than 10 hours without some good music. Believe me when I say that for me, MUSIC IS LIFE
AMEN.
\m/
sorry for the length yo, im pretty passionate about music, and this is the SMALL version. I coudl talk about how i discovered music as a kid forever and ever
One fateful day I met one of my lifelong best friends, who had a knowledge of metal I had never been exposed to. Up untill then I was pretty much only exposed to speed/thrash and power metal. He introduced me to a new sound, something I never heard before, something I loved instantly. This sound was death metal. It was so brutal, it was like a horde of tiny yet powerful little vibrations all coming to gether to form some gigantic force strong enough to nock a brick wall over. My first death metal song was, of course, Hammer Smashed Face by none other than Cannibal Corpse, my all time fav death metal act. This guy opened my doors to deaht and eventually black metal. We had one unified music collection - if he diddnt have what was mine, we recorded it on blank tape, and vice versa. I had a virtual parrot and peg leg even as a young teen!
Our collections grew and grew. Now I had two new hemispheres to add to my musical tastes, I slowly grew out of punk and hardcore (which I still listen to on occasion), and moved into death and black metal. I wanted to feel the most extreme sensations I could conjure with my mind (which, of course, led to my discovery of alcohol methamphetamine, cocaine, and cannabis, in that order). Booze, drugs, and metal: What more did one need?
By the time I was 16, I had at least 500-600 albums on cassette tape, and at least 200 CDs. Not too many 16 year old kids can boast a music collection like that. Day by day id run into more metal people, and theyd share new music with me, and I with them. I loved this culture - it was 100% about the music, it was about feeling that primal surge of energy, it was about vitality, it was about feeling the rush of life course through your veins like an atomic explosion, or dare I say, A NUCLEAR BLAST!
People in metal have such a respect for music, our music is so intricate, so filled with love purely for the sound and the scene, and never ceased to amaze its listeners with new styles, new techniques, new creative ways of producing the same vibe. As per metal, the rest is history. If it was hard, heavy, and skillfully created, I had it. I was a huge supporter of our local scene, I always helped bands out with setting up, finding venues, gettin $$ together, whatever. We had a huge DIY scene of punk, ska, hardcore, emo (sadly, but at least it was back when no one knew what it was outside of the indie rock scene), indie, and of course, metal. I always had time to make it down to philly, allentown, reading, york, and on occasion, NYC, Baltimore, and DC for metal shows. Ive seen more bands than I can remember, and banged my head more than I could forget.
However allthroughout my early teen years I would come across another sound, a sound I couldnt describe all that well. I diddnt know what to call it - it was very mechanical, liek metal, but not the same. It was more precise and machine oriented, not as free flowing or whimsical. It wasnt as brutally insane as metal, but it was still strong, and it gave me that same sensation of power and vitality. It was throbbing, it was pulsing, it was electronic.
In the same manner that I discovered my favorite metal bands, I discovered industrial and other forms of electronica. I purchased an album by the 2 man band Circle of Dust. It had a metallic guitar crunch, but everything else was created by machines. I loved it. It sounded like electric robust life giving energy pulsing out of my speakers with magma infused audacity.
Eventually I came across the likes of Circle of Dust, Argyle Park, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Icon of Coil, VNV Nation, Suicide Commando, Velvet Acid Christ, Dj Leveler (Levler?), Angeldust, Wumpscut, and more. My metal friends always made fun of me for this - I mean I will admit most metal people are extremely elitist and thus, extremely close-minded (thats why I love u guys on this board so much - you broaden my horizons like no other!). I was the same, for a long time.
One day, while haplessly jacking tunes off of ol' Napster, I came across another new sound, it was really similiar to industrial, but at the same time completely different. This was to be one of my now favorite artists, Astral Projection. This music changed my life as much as metal did. I discovered psytrance, and this opened me to a whole new world of music and culture.
I always hung out and smoked pot and did a few other drugs with this group of raver kids. I always though that shit was kinda, well, lame. This was purely my ignorance. I admit, before these guys really opened my eyes to the vastly diverse scene that is EDM, I was a pretty hate-filled, angry, and all around pissed off animal. These kids introduced me to MDMA, and also the wide wide world of psychedellics. I still loved metal more than ever, but I began to see the world from a new perspective. This music was just as good!!! It was just as filled with vigor, and had a vibe that was undescribable. I remember going to my first rave in nyc - the shit blew my mind! Less than 100 people but everyone was rolling balls and having the time of their life. by 19 I was hitting up parties like 3x a week, and still seein a decent metal/hardcore/punk show at least once a month.
I remember first getting into trance, cuz well, it was psytrance that really introduced me to EDM. The 'regular' kinda trance was ok, but not as good as psy. Eventually I moved onto techno and jungle, and have been absorbing as much EDM as my ethernet card can handle ever since.
The drugs and partying may have caught up with me a bit - im much more mellow at 23 than I was back then, but hey, my love for music has done nothing but grow stronger.
So yeah, I apologize for the length, but its something I feel needs to get out in text form. I love music as much as I love life. Life without music would be sheer punishment. You could throw me into a bottomless pit of pain and agony, as long as I had my music collection, id survive. The best thing abotu both EDM and Metal for a music hobbyist is - ITS WORLDWIDE!!! Few musical styles are loved across every continent on the globe. This allows the hobbyist to have a NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF NEW MUSIC! Just go ahead and try - its not possible to have heard every metal song or edm track ever made, and you dont even have to go to the underground level. I cant go more than 10 hours without some good music. Believe me when I say that for me, MUSIC IS LIFE
AMEN.
\m/
sorry for the length yo, im pretty passionate about music, and this is the SMALL version. I coudl talk about how i discovered music as a kid forever and ever
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mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
Wonderful story as per usual, Woody Loved reading it.
Loved reading it.
Dtergent
Bluelight Crew
I grew up listening to a lot of folk (my dad at one point wanted to be a folk singer). A lot of those "two soft voices blended in perfection". Also stuff like Jethro Tull, Billy Joel, Gerry Rafferty, southern rock, etc. My mom liked Tears for Fears, Genesis, The Cure, Phil Collins, The Police, Hall and Oats, Swing Out Sisters (hehe). Both my parents loved gayed out Kenny Loggins and took me to his concert. Uuugh.
Then I guess I tried developing my own musical taste. Early early on I liked Color Me Badd and MC Hammer and Queen
Pre-grunge I got into, unfortunately, Bon Jovi. Grunge I was really into (in 4th grade), but of course the more popular ones. I bought my first Hendrix album (Live at Woodstock!) when I was in 5th grade. Throughout all this I would ply through my parents' massive tape collection, and I loved their music.
6th grade saw me listening to a lot of Blur, I still really love them now.
Then I guess I tried developing my own musical taste. Early early on I liked Color Me Badd and MC Hammer and Queen
Pre-grunge I got into, unfortunately, Bon Jovi. Grunge I was really into (in 4th grade), but of course the more popular ones. I bought my first Hendrix album (Live at Woodstock!) when I was in 5th grade. Throughout all this I would ply through my parents' massive tape collection, and I loved their music.6th grade saw me listening to a lot of Blur, I still really love them now.
Mazey
Bluelighter
The Wood , thanks that was a great story....
AmorRoark
Bluelight Crew
I just rememberd that I said I would respond to this when I had the time... well, now I have the time.
Most of my youngest memories involve music.... and I can thank my family for it.
I was sitting in my dad's shitty old Mazda and my legs were on fire due to the vinyl seats but I didn't care. We were listening to You Can Call me Al by Paul Simon. Dad, strumming his fingers on the dashboard reminiscnet of the years he poured into drumming. Me, trying desperately to sing the words but mostly in awe of my dad.
My sister and I in the basement with her "My First Sony". It was complete with Microphone and tape player. She had just had a birthday so we were listening to her new tapes over and over. The only track I remember is Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody". We spent hours flatly singing into that tiny microphone. Just the thought of it still warms my heart.
My dad paved the rest of the way of my adolecent music listening. Every Sunday morning I would awake to either rock or classical being BLASTED by my dad in the living room. The array was too much for my young memory to keep but I distintly remember Braums, The Who, Mozart, Phil Collins, The Beatles, Chicago, Ella Fitzgerald, Haydn, WNUA, Led Zeppelin, Steely Dan: mostly Donald Fagan, Nancy Sinatra, Cream and others... but the most distinct and repetative of all these was Peter Gabriel. We had the Secret World Live vhs and he played it every weekend.... it was almost a ritual. At the time I thought it was silly of my dad but now Peter Gabriel is one of my favorite musicians. Actually, just about every artist I listed are among my favorites.
I love my dad and I'm luck that he has good music taste. :D
Most of my youngest memories involve music.... and I can thank my family for it.
I was sitting in my dad's shitty old Mazda and my legs were on fire due to the vinyl seats but I didn't care. We were listening to You Can Call me Al by Paul Simon. Dad, strumming his fingers on the dashboard reminiscnet of the years he poured into drumming. Me, trying desperately to sing the words but mostly in awe of my dad.
My sister and I in the basement with her "My First Sony". It was complete with Microphone and tape player. She had just had a birthday so we were listening to her new tapes over and over. The only track I remember is Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody". We spent hours flatly singing into that tiny microphone. Just the thought of it still warms my heart.
My dad paved the rest of the way of my adolecent music listening. Every Sunday morning I would awake to either rock or classical being BLASTED by my dad in the living room. The array was too much for my young memory to keep but I distintly remember Braums, The Who, Mozart, Phil Collins, The Beatles, Chicago, Ella Fitzgerald, Haydn, WNUA, Led Zeppelin, Steely Dan: mostly Donald Fagan, Nancy Sinatra, Cream and others... but the most distinct and repetative of all these was Peter Gabriel. We had the Secret World Live vhs and he played it every weekend.... it was almost a ritual. At the time I thought it was silly of my dad but now Peter Gabriel is one of my favorite musicians. Actually, just about every artist I listed are among my favorites.
I love my dad and I'm luck that he has good music taste. :D
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mariacallas
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Amor....very similar 
If there is one kind of music that I can say my parents have completely influenced me from childhood until now, is my absolute love and enjoyment of classical music and an extensive selection of all sorts of instrumental music.
If there is one kind of music that I can say my parents have completely influenced me from childhood until now, is my absolute love and enjoyment of classical music and an extensive selection of all sorts of instrumental music.
My story has several similarities to The Wood, but I won't claim to be as eloquent in my delivery of my story.
When I was very young, the only music that my family would listen to was typically on the radio, and typically then either NPR (but just the talk shows) or the Oldies station. I can only remember my parents ever buying Christmas albums on vinyl (They got a new Mannheim Steamroller album each year for at least four years). Music never seemed that important to me. In elementary school, I couldn't tell the difference between The Beatles and Smokey Robinson, it was all just "that one song" from the radio.
I grew up in a Christian household, church every Sunday and most Wednesdays. MTV and VH1 were strictly prohibited in my household. I never had the opportunity to discover music on my own. Not until I was in high school, really. I would catch the odd video here and there when my parents were out of the house and thought that MC Hammer was the coolest in 5th grade. The only "approved" music that I could listen to at home was by DC Talk, Petra, or other "Christian Rock" bands.
In ninth grade, a friend of mine in gym class was constantly singing lyrics that I didn't recognize (unsurprisingly). I asked him about it and he said it was Four Horsemen by Metallica. I didn't know anything about them or anyone else at the time and asked him if he would make a tape for me. He brought back Kill 'em All and Ride the Lightening. I heard it and realized what I had been missing. Over the next few weeks he supplied me with the rest of the Metallica catalog up to the Black album, along with one live show on tape. I couldn't get enough of it. I would put on my walkman when my parents made me do the dishes with the volume up just loud enough that they could tell that I was listening to "loud music" but not loud enough that they knew what it was. I distinctly remember my mom first finding one of my Metallica tapes and her asking me, "Isn't that music kind of, um, loud?" I just curled a little smart-ass grin and answered, "Yep."
I was fortunate that I didn't have the type of parents to throw away my music. It just became a non-topic. From there, I didn't really bud into a full-blown metalhead, but I did like the odd song here and there by Megadeth and Slayer. Since I had just discovered music in the first place, I was taking it slow. I started listening to the classic rock station and learned to love Pink Floyd (I bought Dark Side on cassette, CD, and vinyl at least once each) and Led Zepplin, HATE Aerosmith and Journey and laugh at STYX and Jethro Tull.
After about six months of that, I moved on. Mainly because there was a night time DJ who, as the set went on, described herself stripping in the studio. For a fourteen year old, I didn't really need much more entertainment than that. Once she moved on, so did I.
Even though I knew it was there all along, it took me that long to start to listen to modern rock (which was and is labelled "alternative"). I was soaking up as much information as I possible could. It was at that time that I started up my subconscious hobby of memorizing every song title and artist (usually with album title) that I ever heard. I got into (to varying degrees) Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Soul Coughing, and the general 90's rock sound. I ended up with some embarassing CDs in the old collection as well as some obscurity.
I fell victim to a few fads in music (I'm sure most you owned Zoot Suit Riot back in 1998) but have tried to learn what my own sound is. I had my "Phish" phase, which was immediately preceeded by my "Phish sucks" phase. At different times I've been into blues, only instrumental - regardeless of genre, hardcore, etc. After college, I started going to a lot of raves and getting into dance music. I've tried to discover things on the cutting edge and realized that I suck at finding things that are brand new. Even though I'm not "into" a lot of those things anymore, they have irrevocably influence my overall taste in music and broadened my horizon.
In the past few years, I've moved backwards in order to move forward and have started listening to mostly, in no particular order, Flaming Lips, REM, Pixies, Sonic Youth, Joy Division, New Order, Tool, and Primus. I know that I'm not done with my own evolution yet, I just hope that I can continue to grow and not stagnate, thinking that just because something is new that it is crap.
When I was very young, the only music that my family would listen to was typically on the radio, and typically then either NPR (but just the talk shows) or the Oldies station. I can only remember my parents ever buying Christmas albums on vinyl (They got a new Mannheim Steamroller album each year for at least four years). Music never seemed that important to me. In elementary school, I couldn't tell the difference between The Beatles and Smokey Robinson, it was all just "that one song" from the radio.
I grew up in a Christian household, church every Sunday and most Wednesdays. MTV and VH1 were strictly prohibited in my household. I never had the opportunity to discover music on my own. Not until I was in high school, really. I would catch the odd video here and there when my parents were out of the house and thought that MC Hammer was the coolest in 5th grade. The only "approved" music that I could listen to at home was by DC Talk, Petra, or other "Christian Rock" bands.
In ninth grade, a friend of mine in gym class was constantly singing lyrics that I didn't recognize (unsurprisingly). I asked him about it and he said it was Four Horsemen by Metallica. I didn't know anything about them or anyone else at the time and asked him if he would make a tape for me. He brought back Kill 'em All and Ride the Lightening. I heard it and realized what I had been missing. Over the next few weeks he supplied me with the rest of the Metallica catalog up to the Black album, along with one live show on tape. I couldn't get enough of it. I would put on my walkman when my parents made me do the dishes with the volume up just loud enough that they could tell that I was listening to "loud music" but not loud enough that they knew what it was. I distinctly remember my mom first finding one of my Metallica tapes and her asking me, "Isn't that music kind of, um, loud?" I just curled a little smart-ass grin and answered, "Yep."
I was fortunate that I didn't have the type of parents to throw away my music. It just became a non-topic. From there, I didn't really bud into a full-blown metalhead, but I did like the odd song here and there by Megadeth and Slayer. Since I had just discovered music in the first place, I was taking it slow. I started listening to the classic rock station and learned to love Pink Floyd (I bought Dark Side on cassette, CD, and vinyl at least once each) and Led Zepplin, HATE Aerosmith and Journey and laugh at STYX and Jethro Tull.
After about six months of that, I moved on. Mainly because there was a night time DJ who, as the set went on, described herself stripping in the studio. For a fourteen year old, I didn't really need much more entertainment than that. Once she moved on, so did I.
Even though I knew it was there all along, it took me that long to start to listen to modern rock (which was and is labelled "alternative"). I was soaking up as much information as I possible could. It was at that time that I started up my subconscious hobby of memorizing every song title and artist (usually with album title) that I ever heard. I got into (to varying degrees) Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Soul Coughing, and the general 90's rock sound. I ended up with some embarassing CDs in the old collection as well as some obscurity.
I fell victim to a few fads in music (I'm sure most you owned Zoot Suit Riot back in 1998) but have tried to learn what my own sound is. I had my "Phish" phase, which was immediately preceeded by my "Phish sucks" phase. At different times I've been into blues, only instrumental - regardeless of genre, hardcore, etc. After college, I started going to a lot of raves and getting into dance music. I've tried to discover things on the cutting edge and realized that I suck at finding things that are brand new. Even though I'm not "into" a lot of those things anymore, they have irrevocably influence my overall taste in music and broadened my horizon.
In the past few years, I've moved backwards in order to move forward and have started listening to mostly, in no particular order, Flaming Lips, REM, Pixies, Sonic Youth, Joy Division, New Order, Tool, and Primus. I know that I'm not done with my own evolution yet, I just hope that I can continue to grow and not stagnate, thinking that just because something is new that it is crap.
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continuousbeing2
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the three biggest musical "events" from my childhood (that i can think of right now):
1-my parents rocking the beatles. instilled my love of music in me. they were the first group i ever remember wanting to listen to.
2-my dad being obsessed with buffett and taking me to a ton of shows, starting when i was around 2. instilled in my mind that live music is an event, that it is something special. a communal experience, a party, a celebration of life. and even though i havent been to one of his shows in a good while, i still carry that love and passion for live music with me to the myriad other shows i go to!
3-my sister playing 311 for me when i was in 5th grade. i didnt really get hooked on it then, but a few years later i did and it has been an amazing journey since then. they will always qualify as my favorite band of all time for many mant reasons, even if they have gone downhill over the past few years. but the shows still kick ass, which is where its all at in the end. they have impacted my life in many ways, especially through the tons of people i have met going to shows. great friends and overall great times.
1-my parents rocking the beatles. instilled my love of music in me. they were the first group i ever remember wanting to listen to.
2-my dad being obsessed with buffett and taking me to a ton of shows, starting when i was around 2. instilled in my mind that live music is an event, that it is something special. a communal experience, a party, a celebration of life. and even though i havent been to one of his shows in a good while, i still carry that love and passion for live music with me to the myriad other shows i go to!
3-my sister playing 311 for me when i was in 5th grade. i didnt really get hooked on it then, but a few years later i did and it has been an amazing journey since then. they will always qualify as my favorite band of all time for many mant reasons, even if they have gone downhill over the past few years. but the shows still kick ass, which is where its all at in the end. they have impacted my life in many ways, especially through the tons of people i have met going to shows. great friends and overall great times.
QuestionEverything
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I always heard music as a child. My parents were high on something most of the time and partied constantly so there was always something going.
I remember hearing a lot of stuff, Hall & Oats, Bruce Springsteen, The Judds (odd one there - my dad had a crush), Cream, Damn Yankees, but the few that I really remember and would listen to on my own were John (cougar) Mellancamp, Dylan, Eagles, Aerosmith, and America, specifically Horse With No Name. That was my favorite song as a child and still tops the list.
As I grew up I continued (and still do) listening to Aerosmith, John Mellancamp, Dylan, Eagles and America. I of course went through listening to about everything in between.
I now listen to about anything I can get my hands on, I honestly can't say there is any one genre of music that I haven't heard something from that I like. I'll give anything a try. Most days I tend to stick to Dylan, Tori Amos, Ani Difranco, and some Classical.
Now being a parent myself, my kids are listening to my music (minus the drugs and partying that my own parents did) and I often wonder what it will do for them. I have 2 boys and they know lyrics (ok the youngest may not know lyrics yet, he barely talks, but he sure does dance!) to Ani Difranco and Tori Amos songs. They also know classical pieces and Aerosmith and about everything in between.
Music has been an important part of my life and I'm trying to make sure they have that as a part of theirs too.
Awesome topic.
edit - I just remembered a funny story relating to this. I have an older brother (by 3 years) who would constantly make fun of me for the music I listened to when I was in Jr. High or so. Nirvana, NIN, Tori Amos, etc. I mean he tortured me, along with his friends, laughing and calling me a dork and all kinds of shit because I wasn't listening to whatever it was they were. Fast forward two or so years, they are asking to borrow my CD's, begging even to borrow them. It felt so good to say, "Oh, but doesn't listening to this stuff make you a ... hmmmm ... what was that ... 'fucking nerd'??"
I remember hearing a lot of stuff, Hall & Oats, Bruce Springsteen, The Judds (odd one there - my dad had a crush), Cream, Damn Yankees, but the few that I really remember and would listen to on my own were John (cougar) Mellancamp, Dylan, Eagles, Aerosmith, and America, specifically Horse With No Name. That was my favorite song as a child and still tops the list.
As I grew up I continued (and still do) listening to Aerosmith, John Mellancamp, Dylan, Eagles and America. I of course went through listening to about everything in between.
I now listen to about anything I can get my hands on, I honestly can't say there is any one genre of music that I haven't heard something from that I like. I'll give anything a try. Most days I tend to stick to Dylan, Tori Amos, Ani Difranco, and some Classical.
Now being a parent myself, my kids are listening to my music (minus the drugs and partying that my own parents did) and I often wonder what it will do for them. I have 2 boys and they know lyrics (ok the youngest may not know lyrics yet, he barely talks, but he sure does dance!) to Ani Difranco and Tori Amos songs.
They also know classical pieces and Aerosmith and about everything in between. Music has been an important part of my life and I'm trying to make sure they have that as a part of theirs too.
Awesome topic.
edit - I just remembered a funny story relating to this. I have an older brother (by 3 years) who would constantly make fun of me for the music I listened to when I was in Jr. High or so. Nirvana, NIN, Tori Amos, etc. I mean he tortured me, along with his friends, laughing and calling me a dork and all kinds of shit because I wasn't listening to whatever it was they were. Fast forward two or so years, they are asking to borrow my CD's, begging even to borrow them. It felt so good to say, "Oh, but doesn't listening to this stuff make you a ... hmmmm ... what was that ... 'fucking nerd'??"
Helios.
Ex-Bluelighter
Sonic Youth, "Dirty."
My Dad is a huge vinyl fan. He had so many kick ass records. I remember playing with my GI joes on his turntable as it spun around. Ahh. Memories...
Cream
The Jacksons
Supertramp <--- I have the best memories of my mum cleaning the house with this cranking.
The Beatles -- Dad has The Beatles box. Probably the least played out of all. Mint condition. Probably worth a shitload.
The Artist who sung Whiter Shade of Pale - It escapes me at the moment. Anyone?
Issac Hayes - Hahaha, I remember the cover of his album Tutti- Frutti, I used to think it was soooo naughty to look at.
The Doobie Brothers.
The Eagles
Fleetwood Mac
I have all these old vinyl cover pictures stuck in my head, but I have no idea of who they are.
Cool thread btw.
Cream
The Jacksons
Supertramp <--- I have the best memories of my mum cleaning the house with this cranking.
The Beatles -- Dad has The Beatles box. Probably the least played out of all. Mint condition. Probably worth a shitload.
The Artist who sung Whiter Shade of Pale - It escapes me at the moment. Anyone?
Issac Hayes - Hahaha, I remember the cover of his album Tutti- Frutti, I used to think it was soooo naughty to look at.
The Doobie Brothers.
The Eagles
Fleetwood Mac
I have all these old vinyl cover pictures stuck in my head, but I have no idea of who they are.
Cool thread btw.