Music wars: a family rant

Alright, so everyone in the family has different music tastes. TAste that nobody agrees on. That everybody groans on and complains about til you turn it off. Typical. Which proves my family’s typical and normal–as normal as normal gets, whatever normal consists of. IN my family, MOm plays her old Jesus people tapes from the sixties and seventies. Newre religious music is all worship with her, though, like MIchael W. Smith and John MIchael Talbet. A MIchael conspiracy? Hmm. WEll, MOM had these tapes for’e’e’e’e’e’ver. Since she was a teenager. She plays the Jesus peo;people tape, as I like to call it, in the car. So far she’s played it for about four months straight. I kept record. IT’s such anold tape the sound on it is fading. Mom pulls up to the curb to pick me up from the bus stop today, beeping her horn. As I get into the car, it’s, “Jesus will set you free…” accompanied with a ddude playing the triangle offbeat. Okay, fine. I tune it out. I like my jazz. Everybody in my family hates jazz. How I ever developed a taste in jazz is a mystery. DAd calls jazz raunchy Chicago music. I’m serious. Raunchy? Excuse me? Half the singers he likes are all dead! Well, Frank Sonatra is. I’m not saying half the oldies are bad. I would sit listening to the oldies show on a Saturday night in my room, when I was twelve and thought it was the coolest thing. Did I need a life or what? When were they going to play that Hair song by the Calsols? HOw do you spell their name anywya? Or Born to be Wild? They were my faves back then. Still are, actually. Oh, and don’t get Dad going on country music. AS kids, I was afraid to keep DAd’s radio on the country station by accident. He was detested country so much I thought he’d butcher me if he turned on his beloved radio and heard HOnky-tonk USA, and “My horse got drunk today so I drove the one-wheeled truck far, far away…no way hosae, whoever that is…man, I got to take a whizz…” –ahem!–NOw, DAd loved his moldy oldies. SCary to say, I actually like KNights in White Satain! And that Hair song, which DAd doesn’t own. HE went on this crazy Time LIfe splurge one year and ordered a thousand seventies CD’s. Let me tell you, they bore everyone in the house, and after he got bored with them, shoved them all in the back of a drawer and didn’t play them for a year or more. Now, my youngest sis likes the same stuff pretty much as MOm. Worship music. But she also likes this Christian rapper, a priest actually, Fr. STan Fortuna, and, well, Dad and me hate rap. Worse yet, my sis plays the CD and then runs off to another room and leaves us to be tortured by Jesus Talks song. “Yeah, Jesus talks, Jesus Walks…” and, “JP2, we love you…” (about Pope JOhn Paul II, this rapper’s biggest fan). My other sister was more into getting music from her boyfriend, music downloaded, so she got the latest in mixed rap, rock and, yeah, country. ARg. Very strange mix. So, in my family we have raunchy Chicago music, Jesus people music, moldy oldies, Christian rap, and mixed up downloaded music. NOone can make any real compormises. WE just tolerate with a little groanand say, “What, is, that?” as the soundwaves cringe and cower inside our eardrums.