My mom and dad were pretty good at letting me play any music I wanted as long as they couldn't hear it too, which meant that I never got to play it very loud. Only when I got my first car did everyone around me listen to the stones-deep purple-moody blues-emerson, lake and palmer when I drove by. incidently....my dad was strict about the length of my hair as a teenager....I never got to grow it long like all my friends. Only when I joined the Navy was I able to have my hair long enough to actually need a comb. That was back in the early 70's, when Zumwald was the head admiral and he relaxed the strict standards to encourage more people to join. I even had a mustache too during my navy days.