I got constant Beatles, Queen, Moody Blues, Yes and Paul Simon from my folks. Don’t mind some of it, cannae stand most. Then mum went into a period of taping some of my CDs and playing them incessantly, thus ruining Deserter’s Songs, the Stone Roses and Discovery for a decade.
I can just imagine the scenario: “yeah, my folks were always playing this whiny heritage rock stuff. Can’t remember their name, but the singer kept going on about kicking squealing Gucci little piggies or something like that”
Good to see loads of people here remember their Dads enjoying music that I bought myself when it came out. I used to have to play my Pogues tape with the volume turned down super low in my bedroom with the door shut in case my dad heard the swears and threw it out. 36 I was, etc etc
As far as music goes, I can definitely put the number of Billy Joel lyrics I know by heart down to my dad, but my mum pretty much gave up on music after the sixties and only listened to Cliff Richard.
How come Cliff was so popular with mum’s? I remember it being a really big thing in the 80s that mum’s got Cliff albums for Christmas. Amazing marketing.
My dad exclusively listened to Ry Cooder and John Hiatt. My mum only listened to mum-style M.O.R. although she had a pretty good record collection (7"s especially) from when she was a kid. Being a proto-DISser at a young age, I knew the Beatles b-sides long before I knew any of their albums.