What did your grandpa and grandma think of 'the devil's music'?

Just … wow. I was raised by White Supremacists (well, they would call themselves "just good Conservative Christians callin’ a spade a spade’)…

… but even they were saddened by JFK’s assassination – this is beyond anything I’ve ever heard of.

My father was born in 1910, my mother in 1908. He was probably tone deaf, to judge by the tuneless whistling he sometimes did while working on our family farm. My mother loved big band swing. Benny Goodman was her favorite.

I remember my mother and I listening to a Beatle song on the radio one day, sometime in the late 60s, and I asked her what she thought about them. She told me she had heard all that before. I asked her when, and she told me she and her first husband in the 1930’s used to sit in their car parked near black “juke joints” and listen to the music being played inside while they passed a flask around. That astounded me somehow, as I couldn’t at the time equate early country blues (that I’m guessing was what they were hearing played in the juke joints) with Beatle ballad type music. But I wasn’t there, and I didn’t hear what they heard. She liked “Obla Di, Obla Da” from the Beatles, and she liked an album I had from the Seekers so much that I finally gave it to her. So, while neither thought it was the devil’s music, they often did object to the level of volume I played it at in my room.

I don’t like Rap or Hip Hop, but I don’t think the devil is responsible for it. I just try to ignore it as best I can.

Dad was born in 36, & liked Styx.

My grandmother was a huge Elvis fan----even flew to Las Vegas to see him perform, in that sad period of his life before he died.

:mad: You mean Satan’s Swing!

The very same!

All of my grandparents were gone by the time rock and roll began to be played on the radio in our area.

Interestingly enough it was my mother who introduced me to Elviis Presley’s “Hound Dog” after hearing it on her drive home from work.

This is an interesting question and has me thinking. I don’t remember my parents ever making any comments on the music I was listening to during my teens.