Below are the core four artists in particular I remember listening to via Cindy, aka my mom. But we should all respect and enjoy them, because they are, to a one, amazing. Thanks mom!
Elton John! Fun fact: He and partner David Furnish had a baby born via surrogate last Christmas, and Levon is the kid’s middle name. That is so correct I can hardly stand it.
Billy Joel! This song is in my mom’s favorite movie, 13 Going on 30. Or maybe her favorite movie is Legally Blonde, I can't remember. Anyway, I want to go to New York and get wasted with Billy Joel. Don't tell her.
ELO! I vaguely recall Cindy telling me a story about getting teenage drunk and seeing ELO in concert. So infinitely jealous. (She was probs high, too. Let’s be real.)
Supertramp! Roger Hodgson must be kind of a dick because it’s difficult to find any decent Supertramp videos on YouTube. Anyway, “Take the Long Way Home” is one of my Favorite Songs of All Time, probably because I really relate to the ennui of famous middle-aged men.
Did the music your parents played/listened to affect your adult tastes one way or the other? If you’re a parent, do you try to instill your preferences in your kids or is it not even a consideration? I’m genuinely curious!
(Love you mom!)