This is going to sound weird, but I was always jealous of friends who's parents were more open on the music at the time. Going over to a friends house and seeing his collection of KISS albums, or other contraversial bands at the time, songs that I would never be allowed to play loudly at home, because when I was raised, my parents through that a lot of the music of the time was brain damaging, and would lead me astray.
BTW I didn't need music to lead me astray, I was quite capable of doing that on my own.
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