Think yourself lucky, I grew up listening to her to the extent where I could probably name all her songs and her movies due to an over zelous (or complete nutjob) sister of mine. In this day and age, it would be deemed child abuse, back then it was just pop (ish) music gone bad

Oh man... Talk about torture! You have my sympathies.

my mom used to torture us listening to Neil Diamond loudly. And the horrific part didn't come until much later, when we were all grown up and realized we identified with those songs when we heard them.

You even think you're gonna be alright, come out of your childhood music trauma relatively unscathed, that is until one fine night you've drunk enough Jose Cuervo to turn your stomach inside and then it's you and your friends hugging and groping one another singing Sweet Caroline loud enough to bring the cops.

Barb Streisand *shudder* Tequila babe?

D:

so's you know? this is what kids think of your music...

imagine how that music makes the person listening to it feel, what they think about it. Those songs may be just as powerful to your mom[?] as your favorite stuff is to you...

heh, G's comment about Neil, reminded me how much I hated the Beetles, because my mom liked them... I got over it, and I do like the stuff of revolver a lot...

Could be worse, my kids don't even know what to hate, because I listen to so many different things. Miles Davis, followed by Offspring, John Hiatt, followed by Thompson Twins, followed by Wagner. Course then I'd be the kid who got the police called on him for playing Bach organ music at eardrum shattering levels. "Sounds like organ music." 'yeah, it is. I can throw on some Led Zep if that'll make you feel better about it...' "Nah, just turn it down, we don't want to cite you..." Prolly 'cuz the judge would have laughed...