As I sit here watching a collection of Busted music videos, I’m transported back to my childhood, when the tone of my music tastes were set, and haven’t really changed since. I was a huge Busted fan; I even went to their concerts a couple of times. But that wasn’t all.
On my dad’s part, I was educated in mullet rock, and powerful ballads. He used to play me Madness and AC/DC as lullabies, or Sting and the Stones while I played. John Farnham’s ‘The Voice’ remains, to this day, one of my favourite songs.
On my mother’s side, I was introduced to pop music. Mother had always been a massive fan of ABBA, Take That and the like, and that, too, was a predominant contributor to the soundtrack of my early life.
One fond memory is my mother’s decision to ‘protect’ the four year old me, enamoured with Robbie Williams, from the horrors of the ‘Rock DJ’ music video. This is because the original had a clip of Robbie stripping his clothes, and then his skin, from his body and dancing. I remember on the VCR having two different versions – the one I was allowed to watch and the one I wasn’t, which still had the carnage on it. Mum had actually timed the exact moment of impropriety and cut it out of the first video just for me. That’s dedication.
Although this lot isn’t the only music I listened to when I was young (I also was a fan of Billy Joel, GreenDay, Westlife and S club 7, don’t judge!), it all had sentimental value.
So tell me; do you have strong nostalgic connections to music? Any particular memories spring up? Drop me a line – I’d love to know.