Listening
People who know me really well (That is, probably no one,)knows that when I was younger I was quite a prune. I held some very conservative opinions. For example, I didn't actually believe in freedom of religion. This was due in large part to a series of youth groups and homeschooling groups that were well, very conservative. Over the past six or seven years I have changed quite a bit.
This brings me to the other day. I was listening to music one night over the internet (Yahoo is a load of fun.) over my very nice computer speakers. My dad comes down the stair to basement where I was and caught me listening to some classic rock. He looked at me for a moment and tells me how when I was younger I would criticize him for listening to the very same music. He acte3d genuinely surprised that I listening so such music commented that I had changed. Then he went upstairs.
When I was little and we rode in the car my parents would always put on the oldies stations. We would listen to Don Mclean, the Eagles and everybody else all of the time. For some reason, while I was in middle-school, this changed. The music was replaced with talk radio. Rush Limbaugh and Micheal Savache would me all we ever listened to. As time went on, they got replaced with NPR and the classical chanel. This continued to a point when I thought my parents had changed. It seemed to me that they didn't like music anymore, or that, all they wanted to listen to was the jazz and classical music. I always wondered why this had happened, until the next morning.
A week ago, the basement had flooded due to heavy rain. We spent days moving the furniture and lifting the carpet to remove the wet padding and we needed to go to the hardware store to buy som foam rubber to replace the old padding. That morning, (after the night my fathe came down the stairs...) my dad and myself got in the car to go to the Home Depot a few blocks away. On the radio was Aerosmith's Walk this Way. At first I thought nothing of it... I usally don't notice things right away, that's just who I am... but then my dad mentioned how what a relief it was to be able to listen to music in the car without having to deal with me criticizing it.
Then, and only then, did it occured to me, my parents had stopped listening to music on the radio because of me! Not only did they stop listening to music, but they kept it up for years! Even more ironic, I've been listening to anything and everything for quite a while now. I just never listened to any of it around my parents because I was afraid that they might criticize what I was listening to! After all, all they seemed to like was NPR and classical music.
So there it is. At least five years of misunderstanding cleared up in less than a minute. The most intrigueing part is this: I think my father is just a little more proud of me to find that I no longer accuse the Eagles of hypnotizing people to commit adultry. So this is pretty cool.
God Bless.
This brings me to the other day. I was listening to music one night over the internet (Yahoo is a load of fun.) over my very nice computer speakers. My dad comes down the stair to basement where I was and caught me listening to some classic rock. He looked at me for a moment and tells me how when I was younger I would criticize him for listening to the very same music. He acte3d genuinely surprised that I listening so such music commented that I had changed. Then he went upstairs.
When I was little and we rode in the car my parents would always put on the oldies stations. We would listen to Don Mclean, the Eagles and everybody else all of the time. For some reason, while I was in middle-school, this changed. The music was replaced with talk radio. Rush Limbaugh and Micheal Savache would me all we ever listened to. As time went on, they got replaced with NPR and the classical chanel. This continued to a point when I thought my parents had changed. It seemed to me that they didn't like music anymore, or that, all they wanted to listen to was the jazz and classical music. I always wondered why this had happened, until the next morning.
A week ago, the basement had flooded due to heavy rain. We spent days moving the furniture and lifting the carpet to remove the wet padding and we needed to go to the hardware store to buy som foam rubber to replace the old padding. That morning, (after the night my fathe came down the stairs...) my dad and myself got in the car to go to the Home Depot a few blocks away. On the radio was Aerosmith's Walk this Way. At first I thought nothing of it... I usally don't notice things right away, that's just who I am... but then my dad mentioned how what a relief it was to be able to listen to music in the car without having to deal with me criticizing it.
Then, and only then, did it occured to me, my parents had stopped listening to music on the radio because of me! Not only did they stop listening to music, but they kept it up for years! Even more ironic, I've been listening to anything and everything for quite a while now. I just never listened to any of it around my parents because I was afraid that they might criticize what I was listening to! After all, all they seemed to like was NPR and classical music.
So there it is. At least five years of misunderstanding cleared up in less than a minute. The most intrigueing part is this: I think my father is just a little more proud of me to find that I no longer accuse the Eagles of hypnotizing people to commit adultry. So this is pretty cool.
God Bless.
posted by Andrew Stine at 8:10 PM
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