Happy days

Brian MacDonald wrote in message ...

>Oh well, why not?

>What was the first record that your parents and/or
>guardians caught you listening to that upset them
>greatly?

I well remember the occasion. My mother was downstairs, tourniquet gripped tightly between her teeth, preparing to chase the sweet high in readiness for another tough stint as groupie delouser for Slutpanther, Oslo's finest free-jazz-glam-punk band. I heard my father crashing in through the front door, bellowing "Odin's Blood, wench! Where is my son Geir? I have a mind to take him out church-burning and whoring tonight, before we drink together from the skulls of our enemies!". "The little brat won't leave his - nnnnnh - fucken' room" came the reply, "He's got some new fucken' CD up there."

Up in my room I sneered - the squares! They would NEVER understand me.
Smiling, I put the CD in the changer and cranked the volume to, ooh, six. I had ensured positioning of the speakers to enjoy to the maximum the stereo panning effects and exquisite production of the masterpiece that was about to unfold. Aaaaaah, yes - "Supper's Ready" by Genesis. In a berserker rage my father leaped up the stairs.

"Baldur's Breath! What is that horrible non-noise?" he shrieked as he hurled the door open, "I can hear complex melodies and harmonies, and my gorge rises from it! There can be only one punishment for playing this sophisticated and highly-produced filth! Yes, son! One blow of the slipper for every chord the band are using!"

As you can imagine, I could not sit at table for a good few days after. But the seed of rebellion had been planted within me. Alas, I've not spoken to any of my relatives since a regrettable incident involving Dodgy's "Free Peace Sweet".