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I can remember growing up listening to Motown. Everything from the Jackson Five (don’t laugh, I still have them in my iTunes) to Smokey and Marvin Gaye. Sunday mornings, I’d be woken up by the smell of coffee and cooking bacon, accompanied by the crackle and pop of the needle on the record. We’d eat breakfast, then start housecleaning or yardwork while mom threw open the windows, even if it was a little chilly.
Michael (non-wierd Michael that is) would be asking for one more chance, or Marvin would be hearing something through a grapevine and I would be slightly cold and probably cleaning a toilet. I didn’t realize at the time that I’d remember those Sundays quite so vividly, and to this day, every time I smell Pine Sol I hear, clear as day, the sounds of Motown, complete with my father telling me how they just don’t write songs like this anymore.
I loved those mornings. I don’t think I ever told my parents that…I think it was my duty to act like it was torture and try to get out of the house as fast as possible, but all day I’d be nodding my head to the rhythm of Smokey and the Temptations. And when they began that way, I always had great Sundays.
I think in some ways, my father’s music was a gift to me. My folks were never the dancing type, and my dad has the rhythm of a grapefruit. But he has an appreciation of good beats, groove…and soul. This gave me the same appreciation, and moreover, the ability to eventually dance, which I still do every day. My mom used to listen to Abba, so from her I gained an appreciation for…uh…blondes 🙂
So I wonder what my Little Bug will think of my music. I listen to mainly electronic music, but not the standard 4×4 crap that passes for “Techno” nowadays. 99% of it is shite, but there is a whole underground sub-culture that is so good it’s beyond words. I wonder if he’ll like Breakbeats. Maybe he’ll be a Drum n Bass kinda guy…he already responds to Liquid Funk stuff like Grooverider and the Bachelors of Science. And I KNOW he likes Jack Johnson, so he’s got good taste. Will he think “Wow my dad listens to some serious CRAP.” Or will he think back on our Sundays cleaning the house as fondly as I know I will?
I’ve been exposing him to as much variety as possible lately. Saturday is our day to hang out, and usually, I’ve got my iTunes open just playing whatever I’m in the mood for, and watching his reactions (which are currently minimal). So far the greatest response from him has been from “guy and a guitar” stuff like Jack Johnson or Jason Mraz…or from some pretty cutting-edge IDM glitch like Telefon Tel Aviv or Milosh.
I invite you to think back on what music your father listened to. Was it torture or fond memories? What did it say about who your dad was? How did it effect you and your tastes?
And, most importantly, what do you think your kids will think of your tastes in music?
Happy Fatherhood Friday everyone!
~Colorado Dad, a.k.a Underground Wisdom