So I'm currently sitting in the office working on reports. I put on a 90's playlist to remind me of how old I am ;) jk. I start listening to this and realize that this is going to be the music that my kids will be raised on because its the music that I grew up on. Just like my dad before me raised me on Rush, Sabbath, Zeppelin, Floyd, Zappa, Mothers of Invention, Queen, ELO, Blue Oyster Cult, and Jethro Tull, my future children will be regaled with Train, Third Eye Blind, Weezer, The Cranberries, Nirvana, Sublime, R.E.M, Eagle Eye Cherry, and the Chili Peppers.
This got me reminiscing and it unfortunately brought up a sad memory for me. Not really sad, but embarrassing. I don't get very embarrassed much anymore because I've come to the conclusion that I am who I am, and that is all that I am. I want you to travel back in time with me for a second.
Imagine, very shy, very tiny, very awkward 10 or 11-year-old Andy. At this time I'm already being picked on for my size, my intellect, and the fact that I never did anything to get myself in trouble. I didn't, and have never really floated the mainstream. One day i had a classmate make fun of me because his parents let him listen to a band called Cake. Anyone who has listened to Cake knows that their lyrics are somewhat suggestive and you know I can't blame my parents for not "letting" me listen to it. Now I listened to it at that time because my dad did, but this kid didn't know this. Moving on.
We had a music appreciation day at school and we were allowed to bring in our favorite album and play our favorite song from that album for the class.
Can you guess what album I brought in? Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. I played the song Welcome to the Machine. I thought it was so cool with its synth, the lyrics, the sound effects, the industrial feel of it all. Gave me chills every time I listen to it.
Well, apparently I was alone in that thought. My teacher also thought it, but you know how middle school kids are, that didn't help my case. Kids literally made fun of me right on the spot and told me I was creepy and weird. I was so upset that I got home and cried my eyes out. I just remember looking at the CD at home and feeling so embarrassed and giving it back to my dad and telling him why I was upset.
My dad has never been one for showing a lot of emotions but you know what he did. He told me that I was cool and that they didn't know "real" music. I listened to that album over and over and over remembering those words. To this day because he told me that I was cool and that he loved me, that album is one of my all time favorites.
What is your favorite albums? Favorite songs? Embarrassing kid stories? lol jk to the last part. Thanks for listening to my silly story.