the only good music (IMO) that my moms listened to is old soul divas from the 70s (aretha, diana, patti, dionne, supremes...)
she has never understood what the rappers are saying,
never understood why someone would want to go to an empty warehouse in the middle of the night to listen to pounding dance music
and she never understood why my brother and his friends like to skank and hop around on one foot and elbow each other in a big pit of sweating punk funk.
fyi, she also reads People for the latest 'dillio' on J-Lo and thought that XXX with Vin Diesel was 'action packed'........!
(but I still love H.E.R.)
my dad only listens to what the radio is playing, never owned a cd or record in his life
and my step dad listens to cher, (got him the dvd for xmas, it made me feel ghey just buying it) barbara streissand, celine (!), al martino, and rod stewart......ouch
somehow I ended up with the music addiction gene......
My friend Scott tells me about when he saw Jeff Mills in Kalamazoo for that Sektor 616 and his grandparents and extended family were behind him in their sunday best outfits........as projections of the KKK on horses was looping on the screens behind the dj setup......he witnessed this all of this on detroit acid. fun.
Destro