Let me preface by saying I’m old. Not only am I nearing 50, but all my sisters were into music, and are all older than me. So I cut my musical teeth on music older than me. My oldest sister (13 years my senior) was a Beatle’s fan. Next sister in line (10 years older than me) was a “hippie”: Joan Baez, Dylan, John Denver, protest songs. Next in line (seven years older), bubblegum pop (if that phrase was used then): Gary Lewis and the Playboys; Tommy Roe; Kenny Rogers and the First Edition; and of course Mamas and Papas and Lovin’ Spoonful; my sister who is only two years older than me introduced me to Queen (Bohemian Rhapsody, specifically), and Cheech and Chong.
To this day, when I need a hit of “feel good” music, Lovin’ Spoonful, Carpenters, Mamas and Papas, Jim Croce, are all go-to stuff.
When I’ve got Lovin’ Spoonful’s Greatest Hits in the player, whatever I’m doing when Nashville Cats comes on, everything stops, so I can just kind of get into it.
Feel free to take pokes at my musical taste! I feel pretty damned good.