I got thinking

This can't be good/////////




YES.
I was just reminiscing on the music I grew up on.
I've got to say, I'm pretty impressed with my colourful music past.

I had Rolling Stones, Forty Licks on repeat in my bedroom at the age of 7. I would of been able to (and still can to a point) recite you every lyric to 'Miss You' and reenact the music video for 'Anybody Seen My Baby'.
As well as this I could quite comfortably sing you and play you Bowie's Space Oddity.
Let us not forget T Rex. Oh yes, Cosmic Dancer was played again again again again and again in that CD player in the dining room.
Oh and then there's the Sex Pistols. I would be jumping up and down on the sofa like some sort of HOOLIGAN whilst they blasted out of the speakers.
Then there's the obvious cases of MJ, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Beatles and ELVIS.
Oh and in the last 5 years, let us not forget my sheer obsession with The White Stripes, particularly 'Blue Orchid' and 'Hotel Yorba' AND The Prodigy.

So what can we learn from all of this?

1. Not much at all has changed in my music habits.
2. My mother had the greatest fucking taste in music, ever. To speak technically, the only ever conditions of worth imposed on me were the music artists I listened too. All of the above was given to me by my dear mother. That says it all really: my mother was some sort of 'punk gone surfer in Tennessee'