When I was growing up, the music that played in our house was my father's collection of pop jazz, such as Ray Conniff. The Dorsey Brothers, Percy Faith, Glenn Miller, etc.
I liked the Big Band stuff even as a kid, but Ray Conniff and that infernal sound of (mostly) male voices being used as a musical instrument drove me almost as nuts as Dad's dominating the sole t.v. in our home every Sunday for his cherished football games.
But now, I kind sorta like Ray Conniff and music of that ilk. No, I actually really like it now...to the point of seeking out the old albums I remember my father had, so that i can digitalize them and preserve them forever.
I suppose this just seeps unnoticed into one's subconscious over a long period of time and, after our parents pass on, becomes a symbol of their lives, which we finally appreciate, even cherish.
Had it not been for my father's regular playing of Grofe's GRAND CANYON, Rodger's VICTORY AT SEA and SOUTH PACIFIC, Shelley Berman, and all that Big Band and Broadway Cast stuff, my musical tastes today would be sigificantly narrower, and much less rich. Thanks, Dad. Didn't think I liked it then, but nor did I like history or asparagus or girls. As David Mamet said, "Things Change."