My formative years…

From a musical standpoint, I guess Iv’e never really given my parents enough credit for my musical tastes. Growing up, we always had music on in the background of whatever shitty house we were living in at the time.

Real music, too. Like, vinyl and everything.

I can vividly recall being raised on a steady diet of Elvis Costello, The Clash, Ramones, Tom Waits, Jim Carroll, Patti Smith, etc, etc. My parents actually listened to this music. Not because they were told to by some art-house hipster, but because they actually liked it. It’s what they were into.

Weird, right?

I guess that’s where some of my snobbery comes from. See, I have an idea now as to what is mostly considered hip and influential in the landscape of modern music (rock). As this is what I heard in my formative years, I know that part of me must have some sort of musical pedigree, right?

Maybe, as Ive always suspected, I’m just full of shit. That would explain my early musical infatuation with Huey Lewis and the News.

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