my mom never banned music, but when she saw the cover for L7's "Hungry For Stink" album she wondered out loud if she should:

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I was lucky in that my parents never banned anything from my sister or myself. I guess the fact that I liked their music and the music my sister and I grew up liking our parents listened to themselves (most of the time).

My dad himself listened to the Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, Blue Oyster Cult, Sabbath and late 60's - early 70's psychadelic rock and he was heavily into listening to music. In fact he would sing to the radio and when he would mess up he'd laugh with us and say "dammit, the band changed the lyrics again."

My mom just listened to whatever anyone else had, she didn't really get into music much when we were kids (she had probably had her fill after her and dad took me to Woodstock, I can only imagine how much fun having a 2 yr. old to care for there was).

I truly consider myself lucky as my parents were extremely liberal and non judgemental over us kids and what we wanted to read, listen to, or watch.

Our friends on the other hand..... that's where the judgemental views and censorships came into play. But that's a different thread.

Of all the stuff I ever listened to -- the only song my parents EVER objected to was the song "Short People" by Randy Newman ("Short people got/No reason to live...). They heard it on my radio, and asked me never to play it in front of them again.

They completely missed the satire, and God only knows why that song (and that song only) ever caught their attention. They just didn't think the lyrics were "nice".

I was listening to KISS and stuff like that all the time in the 70's. They just tuned it out, I guess.

My parents have never banned ANYTHING from me. Although if a sex scene came on in an R movie when we were kids, he'd flip the channel for a minute or two and we'd laugh about it.

I guess I am a lot older than most of the posters here. I grew up in the 50's and 60's when Rock & Roll started to take over pop music. My parents never banned any music but thought the new rock singers/groups were just a bunch of noise. The car radio was tuned into Perry Como, Tony Bennett and Jay P Morgan, etc.. and not Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, etc...

About the time that they accepted that rock was here to stay along came the British invasion with the Beatles, Stones, etc.. Before too long they gave up and the radio was tuned into the top 40 rock stations.

Nothing was banned, per se, in the house by my father, but he always complained that the 'modern' music largely was undeserved of the label. He didn't like it and vocally stated, yet, never actively stopped us from listening. He would punish us from our music but that was more of an overall part of the discipline process because we were all music fans. Something was always playing.

When I was a preschooler, my mom hid the record album of Sousa marches, because I used to play it over and over and march around the house. Other than that, nothing.

You are a strange, strange fellow redlemon. This explains a lot. :lol:

My parents weren't around a lot when I was younger so nothing really ever got banned because they weren't there to enforce it. The only thing I can remember was my mom throwing away Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magic because it had the word sex in the title. However, like any other good hard-working girl, I went out, bought another copy, and found a good hiding spot.

Also, when I was younger I wasn't allowed to sing the cuss words in songs so we made up our own words to insert in. That was fun.

I also remember my grandmother throwing a fit and refusing to let me buy a Dr. Dre Chronic t-shirt...of course that was after my aunt had to tell her that it was not a palm on the front of the shirt, but a marijuana leaf. :lol:

I never had anything banned, fortunately for me. My first CD, however, was Nevermind, and I only had a discman and a set of headphones on which to listen. I think I was 10 or 11 when I got it. My parents have laughed incessantly at me since then, because, apparently, I would sing along very loud while I listened, but didn't know that I was doing it, because, you know, I had headphones on.

The song I belted most enthusiastically was "In Bloom." The lyrics to the chorus are:
And he's the one who likes
All our pretty songs and he
Likes to sing along and he
Likes to shoot his gun but he
Don't know what it means
He don't know what it means (2x)
And I say aahh

My rendition was something along the lines of:

And he's nah none who likes
Ball lah pretty songs andee
Like to lah lah laaaaah andee
likes to shoootis gun buddy
done know what it means

I imagine they wanted to ban it after months of hearing that.

my parents banned all things rap.

but what happened at the oscars kinda turned things around.

Anything with excessive cussing... i.e. Eminem.

I hated the ban at the time, but now I kind of agree. Who needs excessive cussing anyway? Eh, maybe I've picked up too much after my parents.

Lol! And I said I never would! :-P

I have never had any form of music banned, nor have I banned any form of music. Although, as my parents before me, I most certainly have voiced my displeasure over several choices. Such is the way of the world. I should imagine that Franz Joseph Haydn's mother pounded on his door, shouting "Turn that shit down!"

My parents really didnt want me listening to nasty/gangsta rap, back when 2 live Crew and NWA were popular. That was fine with me, cause I never cared for rap anyways. They would only allow me to play metal in my room, or upstairs when they were not home. They didnt want to here a bunch of screaming :rolleyes:

That was fine too, my parents and I both like country so that was played upstairs when they were home.

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.

Mum never really moderated us in that fashion. We were typically left to our own devices, which forced me to figure out other ways to rebel. I always felt a bit left out that when I put on some AC/DC or Metallica or Kraftwerk or what have you, I wasn't able to defy authority with it like the other kids.

She did have a bit of trouble justifying buying Big Bad Voodoo Daddy's debut album for my sister, although that only lasted until she heard it and discovered that it wasn't 'evil rap' or anything of the sort.

Also,

Seconded.

When I was younger, my dad's method of banning consisted of calling anything he didn't like "crap." That was enough to keep me from listening to it... for a few years anyway.

I put mom onto a lot of her music.

when i was in like 6th grade "alice in chains" for their heroin references, i guess
and "madball" for their pissing on their father's grave references

Prodigy, rap.

My mom pretty much put the ixnay on MTV until I was in high school. The only music allowed to play above background music in the common areas was pretty much the playlist of "Dalila". I didn't really mind until I started going to concerts with friends and experiencing other music. After I went to my first rock concert (LIVE), I got my own minisystem to listen to the Alt. station. Since then my taste have become eclectic to say the least.

When I was a youngin' I had to have my parents buy me any of my music. My mom wouldn't buy me a Butthole Surfers CD just because of their name.

The only album that was destroyed while I was growing up was one of my sister's. Morris Day and the Time, but I can't remember which one. It was soon after Prince's Purple Rain came out. Anyway, there was some song on the flip side that included a lot of "sex sounds".

To give you an idea of how my parents went about things, the album wasn't broken in pieces and thrown away but my father cut multiple gouges on each side (rendering the LP useless) and put it back in the dust cover and back with the rest of my sister's albums and there it sat until my sister found it a few days later.

I'm 36 now and I still don't understand the thinking behind it. Why not just confront my sister and tell her the album was gone? [shrug]

I was living on my own when anything worth banning by my parents started getting play time. (Late '60's) I really don't think they would have banned anything other than playing it too loudly. However, there were many times that I wished I could ban Lawrence Welk. :eek:

My mother raised me on George Carlin albums. No joke.

lmfao! I've never heard of them. I love it.:) :lol:

my parents have split points of view about the music i listen to. my dad used to forbid me from listening to metallica. that was about 8 years ago. now, i just got back from ozzfest, and needless to say, he was not a fan of that little adventure, but my mom doesn't care, she thinks of my music as an act of defining my personality. i think my dad just associates everything that he didn't grow up with as being related to sex drugs and alcohol

My parents would have banned rap if I liked it, but I don't so it didn't matter.

My mother did not want me to listen to KISS because she believed that KISS stood for "Kids In Satan's Service". Gotta love that woman!

My parents never banned any music from me, but they seemed suspicious a few times when I got CDs where the price tag was partially or completely covering up the parental advisory. Even if they did try to ban music, it wouldn't have mattered anyway, because I could have just gotten it from my friends.

In the 80's, my mother made us change the radio station if the song "Maneater" by Hall & Oates was playing. The lyrics could be perceived as suggesting oral sex, I suppose, but there were certainly worse songs out there at that time.

I remember that my mother also made me turn the radio off when "Shock the Monkey" was playing once because she thought they were singing "Suck the Mountains" instead. When I convinced her that the lyrics were actually "Shock the Monkey", she never banned anything suggestive again. :)

my parents weren't really around my scene. They had their own tunes to listen to, and didn't really care what I listened to. Playing in a swing band back in the day helped to blur the generational lines, but my mom was a rock'n'roller (a la Happy Days) and a Beatles freak too.

My dad would retreat into his Wagnerian symphonies for respite, but he also sang in an Ink Spots ( http://inkspots.ca/ ) cover group called the Pink Spots as well as the church choir.

I do recall freaking out my mom once as a teenager, by jacking up the stereo system with Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love, at the scream. But other than that, no reaction.

As for myself, my kids are self regulating. After a brief, but embarrasing foray into boy bands and the Spice Girls, they have settled down, and are now staunch supporters of classic rock, new rock and its variations (punk, thrash, ballads) and are developing a taste for blues work.

They are the ones that have put their feet down, and refuse hip hop (anything even though i try to engage them into the pre gangsta sensibilities of root reggae, ska, rap etc) .

If it comes down to a ban, the only thing that I have objected to was purchasing a Cradle of Filth album for my 16 yr old as it had misogynist lyrics.

We never had anything banned...but if they didn't like it they wouldn't buy it for us. If we could pay for it ourselves, that was okay. As long as they didn't have to listen to it. I was pretty tame in my listening (country, mostly Reba McEntire), but my brother pushed the boundaries and it ended up my Dad started liking some of the stuff. My parents were/are both music lovers. Always something going in the car radio.....

i might be willing to pay to hear that lol


my parents never really told me not to listen to something, they told me to turn it down or off when they were watching the news or something, but never really said it's not an acceptable form of entertainment

My parents didn't give a crap what i lstened to unless I played it to loud...But then again my mom likes Audioslave and Alice In Chains and my dad listins to AC/DC

When I really got into music I was spending countless hours in my room, door locked, drawing and playing guitar so I was able to sneak a lot of music by them by hiding the cover art (at one time I actually redrew the cover art of Sublime's self titled album, trying to incorporate the parental advisory into the flowers) and turning it off whenever they pounded on the door to ask what I was listening to.

The only album to be confiscated was a cassette single of Bang and Blame by REM, and my parents begged to buy back Greenday's Dookie at cover price just so I wouldn't listen to such "filthy" music. At least that was my mom and stepdad. My stepdad at one time actually gave me a two hour lecture after hearing some Eminem I accidentally left in my stereo of my truck (I was giving him a ride to pick up his car and turned off the cd before he could hear anything, he forced me to put it back on so he could see what I was "hiding").

Eventually my parents decided that because I had earrings, listened to Sublime and H20 that I was a drug-using misfit that was beyond saving (little did they know I was straightedge back then).

We were also banned from watching MTV at that point, weren't allowed to rent R rated movies (I had to wait until I could drive to the Blockbuster in the next town, rent the films with my own ID and then hide the movies), couldn't say "suck" or the "F" word (fart). Now days, they've relaxed quite a bit, judging from my 13 year old sister's music collection.

My dad on the other hand sometimes banned TV or music because he thought it was dumb. Case in point, he had no problem with MTV, but he didn't like me watching Beavis and Butthead because he thought it was "stupid as hell". :)

My mom lectured me on MTV to the point that I assumed they shows hardcore porn, and wondered why I never saw those shows when she was out of the house and I turned it on. For the most part, my dad didn't care and my mom banned whatever the news told her was evil. Marilyn Manson was unacceptable (not that I really liked his stuff anyway,) and after three kids killed someone "because Slayer told them to prove their loyalty to the band at a concert by going home and killing someone," that went, too.

The same trend applied to games. Doom was forbidden because it made the Columbine kids shoot up their school, but Quake and Unreal were fine.

My mother never banned any music. She didn't mind Zeppeling, Sabbath, The Police, Prince, The Door, Dylan, Bowie ... list goes on. In fact, out of everything, the only artist she commented on was Lou Reed. She didn't even know who he was, but whenever he came on she would make a comment about it being the worst thing she ever heard.

anything that was Rap or Hip Hop, I guess they didn't want me learning about the bitches and hoes... but now... thats all I really listen to because it's the only thing thats new to me. Rock got old because I've listened to pretty much everything and anything new that comes out is basically the same, except for a few exceptions.

I bow to your parents

I didnt get any music banned...I wasnt allowed loud music on at home and I moved out young,long before I began to understand music.the only thing i remember listnening to a lot inmy parents vicinity was Bon Jovi and Nirvana

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.