Music Memories Two

My father, William, and I fit the saying "like father like daughter" to a T in almost every aspect of life. It's no surprise that our tastes in music is similar as well. In fact, I credit the soft, classic rock he plays in the car on long trips to my taste in music. Not to mention, I blame him for the catchy lyrics that he sings that always end up stuck in my head. Much like my personal relationship with music, my dad's taste has had sporadic periods of total change followed by steady devotion.
Like me, growing up my dad wasn't particularly interested in music. During the mellow 50's he was more interested in being a kid then listening to the more mild music of the time. Growing out of adolescence however, he became exposed to more rebellious that matched his own rebellion. As a teenager and college student, The Doors most frequently served as the anthem for crazy, teenager adventures. He went to a concert in San Francisco, but it carried little weight and he felt too overwhelmed by the experience. (To this day he still doesn't like San Francisco).
Gradually, the Doors began to be replaced by a little band called the Beatles. On his exterior, my dad was the epitome of a red neck. But the Beatles struck a chord with their thoughtful lyrics and good-feel beats. He broadened his horizons to more classical, softer rock. Bands like Johnny Rivers entered his musical horizon; and never left. To this day, my Dad still loves his classic rock. More importantly, the tune to "My Girl" by the temptations is as permanently engrained in my brain as my own name.