In reply to Fex Wazner: I think wishing your parents had different musical tastes is a bit like wanting the friends you had as a teenager to have been smarter, cooler and wittier rather than the spotty insecure oiks they really were. In time, perhaps you can come to appreciate some of their tastes.
Though my father and I had rather different musical tastes, they did share a meeting point somewhere in the area where rock and jazz music blend into one another. He was very much a trad jazz man; he once explained the difference between trad and modern jazz to me this way. Trad jazz, he said, is where everyone plays the tune, then each instrument has a separate chance to interpret the tune, then they all play the tune again and the song finishes. In modern jazz, he thought, no-one plays the tune but everyone gives their interpretation of the tune all at the same time and it sounds a bit like a dog's dinner.
He also thought that the live version of Never Let Go by Camel (off A Live Record) was very much a trad jazz formula, and we sometimes shared a few bits of music back and forth between us that we thought the other would appreciate.
Of course, he's now been dead for 16 years and I do miss those occasional exchanges. I think he'd've appreciated Portico Quartet for instance, which by chance came up on the iPod as I was writing this.
My mother liked musicals. I could appreciate that, though I couldn't really appreciate them. To each their own...
T.