It totally bums me out that my kids love really crappy pop music, the kind you find on any top 40 radio station, and hate any other music we try to play. Long car rides are spent simultaneously trying to coerce the kids into listening to some music we can tolerate vs. trying not to stab ourselves while Taylor Swift whines for the millionth time about what an asshole her last boyfriend was (and he really was, cuz you'd have to be an asshole to date that crazytown). I constantly wonder how they can be related to us.
My husband is into serious alternative music, the kind that doesn't even sound like music (Fugazi, anyone?). He's had some minor success introducing them to The Clash, and the older one has worked out quite a dance to Spanish Bombs, but once that song is over she wanders away to stare at her Justin Bieber poster because she thinks Rock the Casbah sucks. They both seem to like the Beastie Boys, but you can't push it. One song, maybe two, and then we have to switch back to something, ANYTHING, as long as it's autotuned. When I was their age, I had awesome taste in music. I spent hours listening to the Rolling Stones, The Beatles, the B-52's, and DEVO was my most bestest favorite. My parents were super lucky that I ignored disco completely (except Born to Be Alive. I made my dad play the shit out of that song). I tried so hard to get them to like The Beatles. I danced them around to it all the time when they were babies, but it never took. Honestly, what kid doesn't like The Beatles?
Thankfully, there is one band we can all get jazzed about. I'll give you a hint: we each have our favorites, and mine is Simon. Ella rocks out as Nick, Laurel's John, and Alex always has to be Andy (that's what happens when you get to the party late). Come by some time. We do a mean family rendition of "Hungry Like the Wolf".