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I had no music banned. My parents were not cool by any stretch of the imagination, but they were smart enough to realize how stupid "banning" something would be.
I remember listening to a Justin Wilson comedy album with my father once, and it was loaded with "damn" and "hell" unlike anything I'd ever heard before. He laughed along with all the jokes, and then told me it was okay for me to listen to it and laugh, but he'd better not ever catch me using words like that. I understood the dichotomy at once, and my folks never had a problem with me being an ass about my music in front of them. They, in turn, were never an ass in return about my music.
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