I remember as a child growing up, I thought my father's music was dull and old time-ish. Guess what I'm listening to now I'm all grown up?
Jazz, Classical and some good old big band music especially when I'm cleaning. Don't get me wrong, there are a few contemporary artistes that I like, and they'll always have a home in my player. I also like the cool reggae sounds.
I grew up on Motown hits, and some days when my daughter is singing some song done over as a cover by one of "her favourite artistes" she's always flabbergasted when I can sing along with every word.
"How do you know this song?" she asks.
"Oh that's a song from my older days dear," I reply.
"REALLY?" she asks incredulously.
"YES REALLY!!!" I respond with glee.
"You kids need to write your own music and leave the GOOD music alone." I tell her.
She's not enthused with my remark at all.
But whether or not she likes my kind of music or not, I've got a new convert.
Oh my oh my, this is great music!
Can you turn the bass up just a bit?
Mr. Brown Berts loves my music. As soon as I fire up the music system, he draws near and makes himself comfortable to enjoy the vibes.
He doesn't like the high pitch screams of Mariah Carey nor the extra loud bass of some recordings, but he'll soon be singing every tune word for word and tapping his paws to the likes of Benny Goodman and Earth Wind & Fire.