I always thought my Mom raised me right, listening to the Stones, CCR, Bob Dylan, the Beatles White Album (we were surprised to learn it wasn't their first as we grew older), the Greatful Dead, all that stuff. I still love it. But when I was in my late teens, she remembered she's half Scottish and went mad for bagpipes. I can't STAND bagpipes. To me, they sound like someone's molesting a flock of ducks.

As far as MY music...I really don't know. She tended to ignore anything she didn't like, figured we'd just play it louder if she let us know it got to her. I kind of rejected 80s pop in favour of her music, so I wasn't bringing anything home she didn't already know. She liked a lot of the things I loved in my late teens/college (went through an Indigo Girls/Cranberries/Angsty female rock phase). I'm pretty sure that if she got over the bagpipe fetish, that'd still be true .

I do know that she did put her foot down at some of my older brother's more mysogenistic rap (back in the EZ-E days)...and she and I both agree that there isn't a lot of music in Ministry (another brother's obsession).

Dang...looking back on it that way....I was a really boring child .

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