Hey you music-lovers!

[biggentleben]

 

Anybody going to the Metallica concert at US Bank Stadium? That's a bucket list concert I'd love to attend... 

 

I've seen them three times now. I'd love to check it out, but I'm covering for a friend's last weekend of her maternity leave at work, and I quite literally signed up for that weekend and then saw the ticket announcement an hour later. I was sad...

 

Best arrangement I ever saw Metallica in was with Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Deftones, and Mudvayne at the Target Center (I hope the renovations do something to actually make the place listenable for a concert...), and either Deftones or Mudvayne (I honestly forget which as I've seen both outside of that concert as well) couldn't perform due to illness to the lead singer, so Metallica added not the scheduled 30-minute set of the band that couldn't perform, but another HOUR to their set to close out the night. I was loving it.

[formerly33]

The inevitable has happened - the music police in my household happened upon me while I was drawing a picture of Kurt Cobain, and I have consequently been banned from Nirvana. A burial of the sketch has been scheduled (though mandated might be a more accurate term as I've been shamelessly procrastinating; this information will undoubtedly leak out thanks to some non-trustworthy source), and sooner or later my family and I will lower the shocking image into the abysmal depths of a recycling bin en masse, accompanied by a tear or two shed by the perpetrator of this drama.
 
And that pretty much leaves me with the option of listening to either Peter, Paul, and Mary (is it acceptable to add the Oxford comma to an established name which doesn't include it?) or Bill Withers ... great musicians in their own rights, but ... 
 
On a more cheerful musical note (ugh, that's a horrible pun, but it wasn't meant to be), the Nirvana withdrawal I went through this week produced an unusual dedication in the flute practicing department, resulting in my flute teacher being unprepared for my lesson yesterday. Nice to have the shoe on the other foot for once ...

[Craig Arko]

Flute, you say...

 

[Willihammer]

 

The inevitable has happened - the music police in my household happened upon me while I was drawing a picture of Kurt Cobain, and I have consequently been banned from Nirvana. A burial of the sketch has been scheduled (though mandated might be a more accurate term as I've been shamelessly procrastinating; this information will undoubtedly leak out thanks to some non-trustworthy source), and sooner or later my family and I will lower the shocking image into the abysmal depths of a recycling bin en masse, accompanied by a tear or two shed by the perpetrator of this drama.
 
And that pretty much leaves me with the option of listening to either Peter, Paul, and Mary (is it acceptable to add the Oxford comma to an established name which doesn't include it?) or Bill Withers ... great musicians in their own rights, but ... 
 
On a more cheerful musical note (ugh, that's a horrible pun, but it wasn't meant to be), the Nirvana withdrawal I went through this week produced an unusual dedication in the flute practicing department, resulting in my flute teacher being unprepared for my lesson yesterday. Nice to have the shoe on the other foot for once ...

That reminds me of a recent conversation with my Mom in her car. She's a devout Catholic.

 

The song "Take me to church" by Hozier comes on.

 

"Oh I love this song" she says and turns it up.

 

"Me too. Should I download it for you?"

"Oh that would be wonderful" yada yada.

 

And then I dropped the hammer on my own mother and I'm not gonna lie, it hurt, but I felt righteous.

 

"You know he's talking about making gay man-love right?"
"What!"

"Yeah its all metaphorical. The singer's gay and he's talking about putting his @$^ in the other man's @$^@$"

"Noooo!"

[Mike Sixel]

Maybe you should have just sent her the youtube video.....

[twinsnorth49]

 

The inevitable has happened - the music police in my household happened upon me while I was drawing a picture of Kurt Cobain, and I have consequently been banned from Nirvana. A burial of the sketch has been scheduled (though mandated might be a more accurate term as I've been shamelessly procrastinating; this information will undoubtedly leak out thanks to some non-trustworthy source), and sooner or later my family and I will lower the shocking image into the abysmal depths of a recycling bin en masse, accompanied by a tear or two shed by the perpetrator of this drama.
 
And that pretty much leaves me with the option of listening to either Peter, Paul, and Mary (is it acceptable to add the Oxford comma to an established name which doesn't include it?) or Bill Withers ... great musicians in their own rights, but ... 
 
On a more cheerful musical note (ugh, that's a horrible pun, but it wasn't meant to be), the Nirvana withdrawal I went through this week produced an unusual dedication in the flute practicing department, resulting in my flute teacher being unprepared for my lesson yesterday. Nice to have the shoe on the other foot for once ...

Wait, let me get this straight, you're banned from listening to Nirvana but it's OK to indulge in copious amounts of Puff the Magic Dragon?

 

Hmmmmm......

[formerly33]

 

Wait, let me get this straight, you're banned from listening to Nirvana but it's OK to indulge in copious amounts of Puff the Magic Dragon?

 

Hmmmmm......

Heh ... I was told that was about childhood and lost innocence when we grow up ... or childhood innocence that we lose when we grow up ... or growing up when we lose our childhood innocence ...

 

Anyway, I confess the first thing I did after realizing that a protest of the ban would be fruitless was to turn on "Puff the Magic Dragon" on replay. I consider it peaceful protest.

[Craig Arko]

[Vanimal46]

So this was supposed to be an April Fool's Day joke, but a creative team at General Mill's launched a mix tape album with songs all relating to Hamburger Helper. The songs aren't bad! 

Check it out here.

[formerly33]

I'm finding myself in somewhat of a pickle at the moment. I never intended to get in this pickle in the first place, but I awoke one morning, and fortune would have it that I find myself in a pickle. Had I known how horrible the living conditions of pickles are, I might have directed more effort towards avoiding such a plight; they're small and dank and pretty generally icky.

 

Six months ago, I was told I could listen to contemporary music even if it had references to sex because opera isn't any better and the other adults in this household watch movies with more than simply references to sex. I thought it was a fair ruling, but one day I was caught sketching the beginnings of a watercolor painting of Kurt Cobain, and the gavel dropped.

 

I am now forbidden from listening to Nirvana under this roof. That's not a good thing as I love Nirvana as much as I love Justin Morneau. I've been an obedient adult ... so far I've only read a few articles, scribbled one or two sketches of Cobain, Novoselic, and Grohl in window condensation, and pretended that's Lawrence Welk in my profile picture.

 

However, the regulation of my musical life has reached a new level in the past few weeks. I may no longer listen to music about drugs, sex, and alcohol. (Goodbye, Don Giovanni. I'll miss you.) In fact, I may not even listen to the scanty few songs without references to drugs, sex, and alcohol if the musician/band wrote other songs about the same. (Sorry, Mozart.)

 

I'm not trying to complain. It's all okay and I realize that as long as I'm under my parents' roof I should follow the rules they set up for me. My question is, since I don't usually hang out on top of my parents' roof listening to "Territorial Pissings," what the heck can I listen to these days besides "Jesus, Take the Wheel" and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"?

 

Wait a minute ... I'm sure Gordon Lightfoot's coming up next on the censored list ... damn.

 

Wait another minute ... if I remember correctly, "Jesus, Take the Wheel" references the ingestion of adult beverages. Not that I'm a huge Carrie Underwood fan.

 

And worse than anything else, I lost some high quality watercolor paper because I was banned from completing the the aforementioned painting of Cobain.

[twinsnorth49]

I often think one of the greatest gifts my Father gave me was exposing me to such a huge variety of music. My appreciation of music exists on so many levels, I can't imagine being deprived of such an experience. It's definitely something I've passed onto my children, they love music of all kinds, for all kinds of different reasons.

 

I don't have any suggestions for you (no, Gordon Lightfoot is not going to put you in any good graces), I feel badly for you though.

[PseudoSABR]

 

My question is, since I don't usually hang out on top of my parents' roof listening to "Territorial Pissings," what the heck can I listen to these days besides "Jesus, Take the Wheel" and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"?

This is my (dated) two-cents.  Hope it helps. If you want music that has the human pang of Nirvana but without the in-your-face angst.  I'd look at a collection of singer song-writers that for whatever reason some people label Indy Rock or Country Folk. For one Damien Jurado is deep, and rad, and evidently a practicing Christian, but his music is just human to me.  In the same vein of subtle pain, angst, and beauty, listen to Cat Power, Feist, Bon Iver.  All are excellent, and speak to the depth of humanity with more sadness than anger.

[biggentleben]

Always, I work with youth ministry at my church and frequently challenge youth to bring me an artist style and I'll associate a Christian artist that has similar style. Not saying by any means same quality, but if you get rules like that thrown at you, it helps some at least. Feel free to PM me, and we could go back and forth to find groups that fit you.

 

On the other hand, I'll echo the poster from the great north in that exposure to a breadth of music talent is always good. I can listen to rap or "screamo" stuff and appreciate the talent needed to accomplish the music without the lyrics even affecting me. I don't become a different person based on the lyrics I'm listening to for sure. I've told folks when I write stuff, I place lyrics over a tune most frequently, and even when the lyrics come first, I can write a lyric sheet in a sitting of minutes and spend a number of days working just on the melody, so I'm always way more focused on the music of a piece, not the words. I feel for ya.

[Brock Beauchamp]

Yeesh. I've never understood the thinking that leads to the banning of music, film, or literature.

 

Life experiences happen. People create art about those life experiences. They're important to acknowledge and acknowledgement/appreciation of struggle is not synonymous with acceptance of that lifestyle.

 

Yeesh.

[Mike Sixel]

Ya, I can't help you either. That is so opposite to how we live our lives, I can't even relate. Took my then 10 year old to see Green Day in concert. I think Billy Joe said the F word about 20 times in the first minute.

[Vanimal46]

So, are they monitoring your iTunes playlist and know what's on your iPod/iPhone, etc? The answer might be headphones, Always... Like Brock and Mike said, I can't relate to having someone ban certain music, books, or films from me.. I'm more of a melody/rhythm lover than a lyric lover anyway. My parents probably didn't like the fact I was listening to Dr. Dre, Notorious BIG, and Tupac as a 12 year old, but I grew up to be a functional member of society. 

[Pardon My Dinger]

Always--

 

Music isn't the problem. I think it's pretty clear that the real issue at hand is that you and your parents have stumbled into some kind of wormhole, and now have been transported to the year 1991! 

 

This is a pickle indeed. I'm not sure how nor if you'll make the journey back to live society. All I know is that all the Gordon goddamn Lightfoot in the world isn't going to save you now. Best wishes. 

[Squirrel]

Always--

 

Music isn't the problem. I think it's pretty clear that the real issue at hand is that you and your parents have stumbled into some kind of wormhole, and now have been transported to the year 1951! 

 

This is a pickle indeed. I'm not sure how nor if you'll make the journey back to live society. All I know is that all the Gordon goddamn Lightfoot in the world isn't going to save you now. Best wishes.

 

Ftfy

[formerly33]

 

Always--

 

Music isn't the problem. I think it's pretty clear that the real issue at hand is that you and your parents have stumbled into some kind of wormhole, and now have been transported to the year 1991! 

 

This is a pickle indeed. I'm not sure how nor if you'll make the journey back to live society. All I know is that all the Gordon goddamn Lightfoot in the world isn't going to save you now. Best wishes. 

I always said that if I could go back in time, I'd go back to 1991 to be a live witness of that WS ...

 

I guess I'm going to have to be more careful about what I wish for in the future. You would've thought, though, that at least I could be a grunge era girl in the meantime and listen to Nirvana ...

[Craig Arko]

As timewarps go, this one sounds more like 1791, or one of those trips back out of Dark Shadows.

[Craig Arko]

OK, TD needs some more funny.

 

 

[Bark's Lounge]

 

The inevitable has happened - the music police in my household happened upon me while I was drawing a picture of Kurt Cobain, and I have consequently been banned from Nirvana. A burial of the sketch has been scheduled (though mandated might be a more accurate term as I've been shamelessly procrastinating; this information will undoubtedly leak out thanks to some non-trustworthy source), and sooner or later my family and I will lower the shocking image into the abysmal depths of a recycling bin en masse, accompanied by a tear or two shed by the perpetrator of this drama.
 
And that pretty much leaves me with the option of listening to either Peter, Paul, and Mary (is it acceptable to add the Oxford comma to an established name which doesn't include it?) or Bill Withers ... great musicians in their own rights, but ... 
 
On a more cheerful musical note (ugh, that's a horrible pun, but it wasn't meant to be), the Nirvana withdrawal I went through this week produced an unusual dedication in the flute practicing department, resulting in my flute teacher being unprepared for my lesson yesterday. Nice to have the shoe on the other foot for once ...

If I were you Always. I would start listening to Morbid Angel's album "Covenant". If your folks heard you listening to that, they would gladly let you indulge in some Nirvana on the grounds that you would never listen to Covenant again. That's what I would do.

[Bark's Lounge]

 

OK, TD needs some more funny.

 

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The winner is on the left.

[formerly33]

Sadly, I was banned from all secular music the other night. At least, I have to run everything past my mom first. Of course, every time I've been caught listening to music, I've been banned from that song/band, so it's a hopeless case. ("Freddie Mercury died of AIDS!" "Did you know Kurt Cobain committed suicide?" "Prince was addicted to sex!")

 

Okay, okay.

 

It was actually Prince's passing that led to the prohibition of non-classical music in this household. The completion of a scarf I was knitting which just happened to be purple coincided almost exactly with Prince's passing, so I knew I had to call it "Purple Rain." When my mom found out, all hell broke loose.

 

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I personally think it's a fitting tribute to one of the most brilliant musicians and Minnesota icons ever. But apparently it's not appropriate.

 

Fortunately, I still have classical music to fall back on ... my dad has played the card of it being secular music before, but it really is the religion of all music, and Bach is God. I really am banned from the "Champagne Aria" from Don Giovanni though ... that all transpired when I first heard it with Bryn Terfel when I was ten or eleven and fell in love; at the first opportunity, I shared it with my brothers, and over the next few weeks we listened to it non-stop until everyone else got sick of it.

 

It occurs to me that that's probably an unusual fifth grader's favorite song. I think it was the diabolical laugh at the end that attracted me ... and it is extremely catchy.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7T4z6MI4hkU

 

For those who value mime over sound:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_50t1WonhU

 

 

[Willihammer]

"Secular music."

No, its just music.

[Willihammer]

Always, do we need to call Social Services on your parents?

[formerly33]

Lol ... no.

 

"Always33's parents won't let her listen to Nirvana!" Heh ...

 

It's okay ... I mean, part of me died inside when they took the music away, but they can't regulate that forever. I have ~someday~ to look forward to, and eventually someday will be now.

[Brock Beauchamp]

I'm sure your parents are aware that Prince was deeply religious.

 

Christian, even.

[formerly33]

It makes them sad to think that he was a Christian seeking happiness in material things. It's important to insure their innocent, pure children don't follow his example.

[Brock Beauchamp]

 

It makes them sad to think that he was a Christian seeking happiness in material things.

Uh... How so? Because he was rich and famous? That's weird... Prince was rich and famous because he was one of the most skilled musicians on the planet.

He was also a great philanthropist with that money. Maybe you should covertly pass this article over to your parents. It's touching, hilariously Prince, and gives insight to the man.

 

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/prince-the-secret-philanthropist-his-cause-was-humanity-20160425

 

The man was a devout Christian, dedicated philanthropist, socially just, and a wonderful musician. Dunno what else we can expect out of a human being, really.