As a guitar player, my kids grew up with me always playing and watching music videos.
My daughter was 3 or 4.
Me: watching a Clapton video
Daughter: Hey, that's the same music you play.
Proud dad: Yep, it sure is.
Daughter: I hate that stuff... (skips off to the other room)
setting: drumline practice circa 1999
mme playing Iron Maiden as the kids show up for practice
kid: who is this?
me: Iron Maiden (beaming)
kid:: ugh....that is old people music
I was stunned. Had I crossed some kind of threshold I did not see? I was 30. Elvis was old people music, not Maiden....bruh
I felt the same way, but @ 25 rather than 26.I understand it. Worst time dealing with a birthday for me was 26. It meant I was over half way through my 20s and 30 was too old to be young anymore. I'm old now but no birthday has bothered me like 26.
Within that year was when my room mate came home from a gun show with a cheap, pre-tuned drum set. What?! I'll kill you if you don't let me play those things.
I understand it. Worst time dealing with a birthday for me was 26. It meant I was over half way through my 20s and 30 was too old to be young anymore. I'm old now but no birthday has bothered me like 26.
Within that year was when my room mate came home from a gun show with a cheap, pre-tuned drum set. What?! I'll kill you if you don't let me play those things.
That's why I took the snares out of my cajon. Hated the buzz when I didn't want it & couldn't get it loud enough when I did.Setting: Dinner last night, talking to my youngest kid about music he'd seen played.
Me: "So, was anyone playing the drums?"
Everett: "No. One guy was playing that box that sounds like corn."