Loud Music and My Childhood

Some days you just have to listen to loud music in the car. I don't do it that much while driving with the wife but when I'm alone I crank it.

Today as I was blasting Arcade Fire's Funeral on my drive home I got to wondering why I enjoy it so much. I think it can be traced back to my childhood. 

I have fond memories of my father cranking the stereo so loud that the windows shook in our home.  He would usually do it while mom was out shopping. That was our time to rock.

That's also where I learned my appreciation for music.  I loved it when he'd pull out his old records.  I remember listening to Led Zeppelin's Presence, Queen's A Night at the Opera, The Who's Who's Next, and Black Sabbath's self titled album. Those were the stereo blasting     albums of my childhood.

It's no wonder that a dark, moody, orchestral, rock album still calls out to me to be played so loud you can't hear yourself sing along. I hope someday I'll get to share the same experiences with my children.

Published by Brian

Christian, husband, father, Pepperdine alum, marketing account manager and more. Passionate about music, movies, religion, communication, nonprofits and the Lakers.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: