The Isolated Blurt Thread VII: 7th Heaven

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Oh, god, that's so true. I also remember trying to bargain with my parents for them to play the "good" music. Though, with three other siblings, we almost always disagreed on what the good stuff was.

YES. I would give my dad my Billy Idol cassette (don't judge!) to play and he'd ruin it by calling him Silly Eyeball and laughing at his own dad joke.

With four hungry children and a crop in the field.

you know, i do actually like that song. there. i said it. irony free, bitches.


Me too. I think dad had the greatest hits cassette, and those ballads gave my childhood self so much angst and indignation. Then he (Kenny Rogers, not my dad) opened chicken restaurants and closed chicken restaurant and got all weird and political and someone who supposedly met Kenny told me he's a full-on asshole (but Dolly, who he also met, was the coolest chick ever) so I dunno.

DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH A DREAMER...
 
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Oh, god, that's so true. I also remember trying to bargain with my parents for them to play the "good" music. Though, with three other siblings, we almost always disagreed on what the good stuff was.


Try the '50s with one (black & white, mind you) television set, three channels and five siblings. The result: epic battles that produced family dynamics that still echo sixty years later.



 


Try the '50s with one (black & white, mind you) television set, three channels and five siblings. The result: epic battles that produced family dynamics that still echo sixty years later.




This is the sort of thing that kids of today - with their smartphones and earbuds, sitting beside each other in total silence watching a movie, texting a friend, or listening to music - will never ever understand. As an Old, I feel like they're sort of missing out.
 


Try the '50s with one (black & white, mind you) television set, three channels and five siblings. The result: epic battles that produced family dynamics that still echo sixty years later.




6 sibs here! We were lucky, though, we had a Public TV station, a UHF station AND could pick up Canadian channels.
 
I would love to see my dad's face if I ever told him I needed to watch a movie while driving across country smushed into the back.

Or that I needed wifi access the entire time.
 
My mom had this Kenny Rogers cd that her and my sister would listen to incessantly on car rides. I ended up smashing it, and to this day cannot stand the sound of his voice.
I'm impressed your parents had a CD player in the car when you were a kid. I barely remember my dad had a '57 or '58 Chrysler that had a record player in it. I just had to Google it just to make sure I wasn't imagining it. It was called Highway Hi-Fi, and played 16 rpm records.

He also had a '57 Thunderbird, that mom made him get rid of when I was born. He would later lament the decision, and always said "I should have kept the car, and gotten rid of her sooner."
 
I'm impressed your parents had a CD player in the car when you were a kid. I barely remember my dad had a '57 or '58 Chrysler that had a record player in it. I just had to Google it just to make sure I wasn't imagining it. It was called Highway Hi-Fi, and played 16 rpm records.

He also had a '57 Thunderbird, that mom made him get rid of when I was born. He would later lament the decision, and always said "I should have kept the car, and gotten rid of her sooner."

:D :D :D

I have fond memories of time spent as a very small child in a stepvan listening to Paul McCartney and The Wings - on 8-track! Not vinyl, but still...
 
I met Dolly once. She's amazing. The only time I've ever been star struck and struck mute. God.
 
"Seeing her dressed you'd have taken her for thin, but she wasn't in the least. In fact if anything she was on the fleshy side. Her dark pubic hair, I noticed, climbed all the way up to her navel ... her nipples were set in a small field of light brown hair. Lifting her breasts, I saw that she also had some short, fine black hairs underneath. Her armpits were likewise covered with hair as thick as a man's. The sight of all this healthy fleece caused John Thomas to harden even more. I ripped off my nightshirt and straddled the lovely creature, whose rhythmic movements set my pickle slapping back and forth against her belly."

-From Memoirs of a Young Rakehell

Read more: http://www.cracked.com/article_1957...story-you-probably-believe.html#ixzz37Ml5TQki
 
Last night while I was posting on Lit, Roadhead was showing the child'un old time music videos from the early 90s. Jane Child, Information Society, Spin Doctors, RuPaul. Then we went back into the 80s with Boy George, DOA and dancey bands. That was hilarious. It also started a conversation about ambigious sexuality because we were asked what gender the singers were for every other band. Then we realized while explaining that, the music our kids listen to have zero flexible sexuality, or at least we couldn't name a single current younger generation musician with fluid gender identification. Was a weird revelation considering what we grew up with. The kids in our house listen to Macklemore and Mary Lambert and they definitely are dialed in on LGBT themes, but that music, while wonderful in its activism, doesn't stretch their notion of gender identification or crossover. We think our kids need more Boy George in their lives. We have a road trip next week. Ima gonna make a mixed cd.
 
Last night while I was posting on Lit, Roadhead was showing the child'un old time music videos from the early 90s. Jane Child, Information Society, Spin Doctors, RuPaul. Then we went back into the 80s with Boy George, DOA and dancey bands. That was hilarious. It also started a conversation about ambigious sexuality because we were asked what gender the singers were for every other band. Then we realized while explaining that, the music our kids listen to have zero flexible sexuality, or at least we couldn't name a single current younger generation musician with fluid gender identification. Was a weird revelation considering what we grew up with. The kids in our house listen to Macklemore and Mary Lambert and they definitely are dialed in on LGBT themes, but that music, while wonderful in its activism, doesn't stretch their notion of gender identification or crossover. We think our kids need more Boy George in their lives. We have a road trip next week. Ima gonna make a mixed cd.

http://www.multinet.no/~jonarne/Hjemmesia/Favorittartister/kajagoogoo/kajagoogoo_6.jpg
 
Bands like Panic! and the emo cute boys are about as close as we get these days.
 
Bands like Panic! and the emo cute boys are about as close as we get these days.

I have never heard of Panic! Worth a listen, or are they sucktastic? We don't allow shit music in this house.
 
Bands like Panic! and the emo cute boys are about as close as we get these days.

Bieber!

Exactly! We fielded a lot of questions last night about big hair and jewelry.
Kajagoogoo need to be on the mixed cd.
I just remembered there is a bit of sexual ambiguity in one of Mary Lambert's videos, going to track that down for the kids today.

Annie Lennox, Prince, k.d. lange and early Bowie, too.
 
I have never heard of Panic! Worth a listen, or are they sucktastic? We don't allow shit music in this house.

They're pretty good. I'll help Wings out by answering. I Write Sins Not Tragedies is really good.
 
I have never heard of Panic! Worth a listen, or are they sucktastic? We don't allow shit music in this house.

I really like them, they have talent and the songs are complex. We just saw them in concert on Friday and I was impressed.
 
Islands in the stream with Dolly is the best

You are dead to me.

:D

There's a genre of music that's not really a genre, but it's what I call "car backseat music" and it consists of whatever tunes your parents played while they drove you around when you were too young to make any musical decisions. The car backseat music experience is different from person to person (even siblings remember it differently), and I think it strongly influences future musical tastes. For example, one time at a rest stop I was really thirsty and pounded a full can of Welch's grape soda (because I wasn't supposed to drink it in the car and we were only stopping for like 5 minutes). About 20 minutes later, we had to pull over because I was nauseous. The soundtrack to my ralphing the whole can and half my lunch into the weeds was The Moody Blues "Tuesday Afternoon". So even today, whenever I hear Moody Blues, I kind of taste/smell bile, grape soda, and road dust.

ABBA, the Bee Gees, and the Grease soundtrack on 8-track.
 
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