I remember the time I began to discover music. In a first of all wine promoted by repeatedly sounding cassettes in the car stereo equipment from my parents. Mecano, Joe Cocker, Phil Collins, ... even with my memory to retain the first times that rang in my home stereo system "Born To Run" by Bruce Springsteen. By then I had no idea of it but both these cassette tapes and CDS Nirvana, Sheryl Crow or Oasis were going to make much of a dent as far as the end of the day would end up being my current musical taste.
This type of music I find fascinating heritage just because they sometimes tend to feel a predilection for those groups that sound like we found our parents. Take one case: if from an early predilection for The Boss did you feel you may now do not regret averse to the latest albums from groups like The Gaslight Anthem and Against Me!. Similar cases happen between Eric Clapton and John Mayer, Sarah McLachlan and Rachael Yamagata or Jeff Buckley and Matt Corby. The musical similarities are quite obvious in these cases but did not find nice being able to hear the evolution of something that was born from the musical taste of your family? I, personally, it does find it. A lot.
It's hard to explain but there's something really nostalgic you experience when listening to "American Slang" by Gaslight or "Into The Flame EP" Corby. In some ways it is as if we hiciesen try one of our favorites but adding a touch cooler, more intense. It's that kind of renewed delicacies that make me hesitate to say why Jordi Meya of Rockzone group worships Brian Fallon. Or Raül Alcón of this website, as another case even.
Understanding all of this is when cederos the right to speak: to what extent you consider that musical taste is hereditary? What was your particular case? Have you felt appreciation / contempt for those groups - and their successors - who heard your parents?
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