Fun thread! A friend and I were just talking about this today.
My parents had plenty of their own problems, so they largely ignored this aspect of our lives. Until... one day my mother (a very catholic woman... sometimes) decided that I was going to hell for my terrible influence on my younger sister directly relating to my choice in music. The following albums were confiscated (and subsequently destroyed) on fateful afternoon upon returning home from a laborious day in ninth grade:
UB40 - Labour of Love....The song Red, Red Wine insinuated that I had a desire to become an alcoholic and a sinner.
Pantera - Cowboys From Hell.... Self explanitory.
Rancid - my entire collection of albums and Ep's. Though, in 1995 it wasn't that many. "Punk rock music does not belong in any childs head"
Nirvana - All of my albums. And my "RIP CURT" T-shirt (give me a break. I was in ninth grade). My mother reasoned that he was a drug addict who killed himself and listening to his music could cause this to happen to me as well.
Hole - Live Through This. Drugs, sex, and affiliation to Curt Cobain were enough to kill this one for me.
I drew the line at Smashing Pumpkins. They were my favorite band on earth. I threw a complete, 3 year old child style temper tantrum (kicking, screaming, crying and a threat to run away included) when she attempted to toss my fas growing collection of albums, eps, singles, and imports (remember when you had to have the single and the import and the import from somewhere else, even though it was the same song?). She relented if I promised to get rid of my SP "Just Say Maybe" t-shirt. I did. It was a small price....
This all happened in one day. It hasn't happened since... not to my younger sister, either. At one point or another I have happened to re-acquire all the albums I lost... and then probably got rid of them again. Except for the Smashing Pumpkins of course. It's probably the most complete collection of anything I've ever owned in my life.... though I haven't listened to a single album in years.
My musical taste has largely diversified since then, and my mother and I (shudder) actually enjoy a lot of the same things. She's definately come a long way, but still hates about 70% of everything I listen to.
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