Seeing that post of one of your guys' kids wanting to listen to Megan Trehnor makes me grateful for the versatile musical palate I was exposed to growing up.

Though we're white, my mother carries a strong affinity for black r&b music/Motown stuff, so my earliest memories of adult music would be her swinging me around at about age four to Barry White music. Her favorite was Al Green, alot of Stevie Wonder and Elton John (both remain one of my favorite solo artists as an adult). I'm not a Bee Gees fan, but a heavy dose of Bee Gees (in fairness, they were talented with harmonies). Best of the Carpenters was a staple. I lost my religion as a college freshman, but my mother played piano and I remember the standard gospel hymns from Sunday protestant church service.

My father's eccentric, farmer-self went in a completely different direction. Outlaw country and really any country in that pre-Garth Brooks style of traditional sound. Off-color related stuff that blends country and southern rock like Black Oak Arkansas and early Dr. Hook's Medicine Show material (They're a very fun band though; I like Dr. Hook). Allman Brothers while camping, weird bluegrass cds I vaguely remember he'd play while going to garage sales ie: "Somebody Robbed the Glendale Station" and "Chicken Train."

As I found myself, I went in the rock direction (the grunge scene motifs and music spoke to me), made two failed attempts to learn guitar and never looked back as a teen/adult.