My parents had maybe 40 or 50 LPs (Jim Neighbors comes to mind) but I don't recall a single time they ever played any of their records around us. I remember my Aunt mailed us an Elton John tape when my parents got a car with an 8-track player back in '75, so that got played a lot. But it was always us kids picking 8-tracks. Then we got an 8-track stereo so we would make our own tapes.
'Why We Fight'
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There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
My parents played music all the time, but it was generally either Bach (my mother) or Beethoven (my father). Common ground was found with Gilbert & Sullivan. Most importantly, Mozart was for sissies.
I would think that Amy and I had the same parents until you mentioned your dad's jazz records. My dad's favorite group is the Kingston Trio, so I was raised on all of their albums. He also loves John Denver, PP&M, Willie Nelson, and Simon and Garfunkel.
My mom thought that show tunes were more appropriate for us kids (and I know she likes them herself, but she doesn't seem to listen to them much on her own), so we grew up with the movie soundtracks for everything from Sound of Music to Jesus Christ Superstar (Sis and I would argue over who got to sing along with Judas--the loser got stuck with Ted Neeley's Jesus; we split the other songs).
But, since I'm the youngest and my oldest sib by five years, my brother, is the music freak of the family, I mostly grew up listening to his music or Top 40 stations before I started buying my own. Chicago, ELO, Queen were all widely heard from bro's bedroom, and sis and I would be singing along with whatever was on WLS.
Albums my mother owned that I remember listening to before I was 10: Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell, early Beatles, Peter Paul & Mary, Pete Seeger (mostly kids' stuff), John Denver, and Joan Armatrading. I've been hearing Mary Travers' voice like a bell on "If I had a hammer" all day. She was really a striking woman, so tall and sharp-featured, not at all a typical early-60s beauty (but beautiful).
My mum only listened to classical. My dad had precisely three pop albums and I loved them all: the first Crosby, Stills and Nash; Harry Nilsson's Aerial Pandemonium Ballet (because he loved Everybody's Talkin'); and The Supremes A Go-Go. The first two I have since bought on CD. Oh, and they must have got the Beatles' Red Album at some point because I remember playing along to it on tennis raquet.
My parents were quite big folkies and we had a couple of Peter, Paul and Mary albums. I recall listening to "Leaving on a Jet Plane" again and again and again....
(My dad also had some jazz, but it's hard to get into the MJQ when you're only 8.)
My dad used to play Irish revolutionary songs in the car. I still quite like them.
We had two car tapes in succession: first an 8-track of the Sesame Street soundtrack (yes, I can still sing all the words to "I love trash") and then later a cassette of Simon and Garfunkle's Concert in Central Park.
My mom had Supremes, too, I forgot about that, and Simon and Garfunkel. My father was the Classical fan, and he actually had a bunch of reel-to-reel tapes that were a real production to listen to.
Under-10 car music in my house: my dad loved Rod Stewart, while my mum always wanted to hear Eurythmics. Elton John, ABBA and Dire Straits also featured regularly.
We had two car tapes in succession: first an 8-track of the Sesame Street soundtrack (yes, I can still sing all the words to "I love trash") and then later a cassette of Simon and Garfunkle's Concert in Central Park.
My parents had a Simon & Garfunkel greatest hits (including early solo work). It was on cassette, but set out for an 8-track.
My parents had some Hawaiain music, Harry Hibbs and Dick Nolan. (That last two being Newfoundland performers.) The real musical influence on my childhood were my older siblings. Which is why I remember the day Pink Floyd's The Wall came out know most of the words to the songs on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, and have a deep abiding hatred of the Beach Boys and Fleetwood Mac.