Enchantermon on 25/10/2009 at 23:18

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I remember riding in the car with my dad and him turning on the classic rock station which opened me up to all sorts of songs, this being one of the more prominent ones I remember. Didn't know it was Jefferson Airplane. Thanks for posting it.
I've actually been in the mood of the chorus for several years now. :erg:

june gloom on 26/10/2009 at 06:41

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For me, it was (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grmLTtPoakA) this. Just listening to it now gives me some very fond memories. And some hilarious memories of my mom freaking the fuck out because she thought the song was called "devil vision" and was/is a hardcore fundie (and in denial about it to boot.)

Sulphur on 26/10/2009 at 20:00

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My mom and dad listened and continue listening to country, country, country. Growing up was an agony, with always a soulful croon or gaudily chipper tune about rhinestones and cowboys floating around the corner, ready to bushwhack and assault your eardrums, and always just when you were about to put that A-Ha or Cars tape in the deck and and rock out to some hardcore tunage in the living room (I was a child of the 80s, so sue me).

And of course, mom or dad would always give me that look, which basically said 'shut up and go play out in the sun', and I'd have to sulk and go wrestle with my brother who, being seven years older to me, always twisted me up into a vaguely pretzel-like shape and left me hanging in the hammock up on the terrace.

Still, there was the time when my dad played decided to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM) this song out of the blue, and it wasn't quite country for a change. I found I had to stop what I was doing, had to stop and listen. And all that both of us did for that entire song was sit and listen.

We never did talk much, but that moment spoke volumes. It was the first time I'd found I admired something just as much as the old man, and it was one of the few moments of mutual appreciation we'd ever shared.

Of course, right after that it turned out that the tape was Don McLean's Greatest Hits, so I stalked off to wrestle with my brother as soon as he broke out his Nashville croon.

That day didn't end very well. :erg: