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.

The real musical influence on my childhood were my older siblings.

Me two. Well, my one older brother. He's how I got into Pink Floyd (I remember when The Wall came out too), The Cars, The Police, Devo... well, those are the main ones....

In our household it was Simon and Garfunkel, the Beatles, and James Taylor (who I adored at 3 and called James Tail). A little bit of Kingston Trio and the Mamas and Papas, too. I think they had at least one PP&M cd, but I don't remember clearly.

Huh. My iPod just shuffled me "This Must Be the Place (Naive Meoldoy)" by the Talking Heads. This was the favorite song of my best fried - his birthday would have been today.

a cassette of Simon and Garfunkle's Concert in Central Park.

I was at that concert! That's me clapping at the end of the songs.