My father spent years trying at every opportunity to talk me into being a waiter. The old "something to fall back on" arguement.

Now that I'm a success all he trys to convince me of is bringing Jesus into my life. It's annoying but better then the waiter schtick.

otisroom wrote:My father spent years trying at every opportunity to talk me into being a waiter. The old "something to fall back on" arguement.

Now that I'm a success all he trys to convince me of is bringing Jesus into my life. It's annoying but better then the waiter schtick.

Jesus does not belong in L.A. Just tell him that.

Mam always said that our recordings were so relentless it made her feel like kicking the dog.

otisroom wrote:Now that I'm a success all he trys to convince me of is bringing Jesus into my life. It's annoying but better then the waiter schtick.

Are you sure?

rocker654 wrote:Mam always said that our recordings were so relentless it made her feel like kicking the dog.

I would take that as a compliment. (sorry doggie)

when i was 17, my mom asked me what my band sounded like.
i thought this was a weird question because we practiced in the garage almost everyday and the whole neighborhood would hear it.
so i said, "here's a cassette of our last practice...have a listen."
i put in Metallica's/...And Justice for All & played it to which she said, "oh, wow, you guys are really tight!"
i thought to myself- hmmm, she has to be hearing us out in the garage, and know we are awful (which we were), and know that we sound nothing like this.
well, a week goes by, my parents have guests over and she says enthusiastically, "Darren, play them that practice tape!"
i'm like hmmm, ok.
i put in Bad Brains/Rock for Light and played it & the guests looked horrified, but my Mom was smiling hitting them on shoulder like, "aren't they great? they recorded this in our garage!"

i don't what the point of that story is... just some fond memories that occured to me as i read this thread.

my oldest brother put together a cd a year or two (3?) ago of all us siblings in our musical endevours for mum's birthday. i've not yet heard the cd but can only vouch for myself as being inept but heart felt. i hope she likes it.

My parents don't "get it". I doubt they ever will, it's just "noise" to them. I can't really blame 'em, they're more the "easy listening" and opera types. Jeez.

my dad thinks it's neat and is always interested. my mom thinks going to shows and playing the music is a sign of deep mental illness and just avoids the topic altogether.

I think now that today's parents are young enough to have been into 80s and 90s rock (be it indie, punk, hair metal, "grunge"), the concept of parents as squares who are afraid of rock and roll is becoming increasingly obsolete. If a 20-year-old kid's 40-year-old mom doesn't get Shellac or Fugazi, it's more likely because they don't sound like Judas Priest, than because they don't play nice music like the Kingston Trio. And that metalhead mom could be very close to becoming a metalhead grandmother. You know, grandparents? The ones who like Sinatra and Glenn Miller?