i have to admit though
i LOVE paul simon. i blame my parents, he was always on in the car when i was little!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 9:52, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I loathe the odious little turd.
The only good thing he did was stiff all of the African musicians whose shitty 'sunshine' music he so mercilessly robbed for his own profit. Other than that, he is a total bender.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 9:55, Reply)

" I loathe the odious little turd."
You can call him Al
(Cave Duck, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 9:58, Reply)

*bullying laugh*

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:00, Reply)

my parents are responsible for me liking
fleetwood mac, supertramp, paul simon, dire straits...

it filters in, like osmosis!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:00, Reply)

My father
introduced me to some excellent music - none of this middle-class WOMAD pseudo-ethnic dinner party toss.

'Oh wow, put Graceland on, I just love the African rhythms - you must try this not-actually-very-good New World wine. House prices, school catchment areas ...'
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:03, Reply)

Mine introduced me to The New Seekers
So fuck you for liking what your Dad put on. Mine listened to shit.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:05, Reply)

I had
50's rock'n'roll and doo wop, 60s garage rock, some psychedelia, reggae...

To my eternal shame over a period of a couple of years I nicked hundreds of records off my dad and sold them for pot. It all came back on me though, and a few years ago he gave me his record collection and all the good ones were 'missing'.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:09, Reply)

I'm I right in thinking that your Dad was in the church? He must have been the coolest vicar/priest/wharever IN THE WORLD
Generally my Dad didn't like music.
(Cave Duck, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:15, Reply)

He was/is

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:22, Reply)

I always thought you were the only one who could ever reach me

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:29, Reply)

That will be your seventh level of hell.
An unending middle class dinner party with couples talking shit.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Thu 11 Nov 2010, 10:09, Reply)