Children & Prog

When I was very young I would have these music knowledge competitions with my dad. It was a lot of fun. He introduced me to Crosby, Stills and Nash. My parents didn't know it, directly. They didn't listen to 'prog' or whatever. My mom listens to more popular stuff now and, looking back, she was interested in hearing new pop music. I never rebelled, but I was deathly afraid of liking anything that wasn't 'rock and roll'. If it was rap, hip-hop, country, or even close, I'd refer to my dad about it all. If he said it was cool, it was cool. I didn't think too much about it when I was 13. Now, when I gained access to the internet, I set off on a journey that has been going ever since. At that time I adored Dream Theater and despised Hank Williams. Now I despise Dream Theater and adore Hank Williams. My musical interests dash from one random thing to the next month by month. I don't know if it was mostly my parents mindsets toward music that pushed me (they never seemed to focus on music or talk about it with anybody), but music was playing constantly, sometimes into the drunken hours of morning. One of my earliest memories is in a dark, small room. It must be around three in the morning and the old stereo on the night stand is playing Nirvana's 'Come As You Are'. Maybe I remember it all wrong. 

Now I'm playing all sorts of things for my son. He's memorized the chorus to Bob Dylan's 'Ballad of a Thin Man'. He likes Savatage and songs off the Anthology of American Folk Music. He's only four, so his development is limited to what I play him. I've no earthly clue what he'll be listening to in ten years. 

Gaw, I do gab on about some inane sh*t, sometimes.

 

 

Heeeeeeey !!! Sexy Lady. Oppan Gangnam Style

That's exactly my reality. Almost every kid in my class loves the music I hate. But Padraic, don't go so mad about that. They will mature and they will be interested in you music someday. Actually, the music video of Gangnam Style is a little guilty pleasure for me. But the music is c**p.

 

Since then I started using high hopes to put her to sleep. Now she's a painter and her last painting shows the shadow of a man in a dark-yellow twilight bringing a bell on his shoulder in a country landscape.

 

When I was 4, I've been told, I was used to play Beatles and Animals in the juke-box. It was too early for prog.