The music I loved to hate when I was a kid was my parent's music. They didn't like rock-n-roll. They didn't seem to understand it. They were repelled by anything made popular by hippies. You may not relate to this, but my dad was a career miliary man in the sixties and seventies; a Viet Nam vet. Hippies were hostile to his culture and he and my mom didn't warm up to hippies much. Nor did they like hippie music much. You should have seen my mom's face twist into a mask of horror when I tried to bring a Kiss poster into the house.
My mom listened to junk like Barbara Striesand, the Carpenters, the Brothers Four, and other folk music. But not Bob Dylan. She liked Barry Manillow and Niel Diamond, but not Neal Young or Janis Joplin.
The only music my parents liked that I could deal with was country. I know having a blog and digging the twang of country music are mutually exclusive propositions, but if I had to choose one over the other, I think I stand with Waylon, Willie, and Cash. I don't have many fond childhood memories, but the good ones I do have Waylon Jennings picking in the background. Some of Waylon's tunes from the seventies have been the latest additions to my iPod playlist.
So what about you? Do you confess to giving the music your parents loved and you hated a spin every now and then?