“Music is my boyfriend, Music is my girlfriend, Music is my dead end, Music’s my imaginary friend” Not a truer word spoken straight from the lips of my teenage crush; Lovefoxx from CSS.
I recently thought whilst eagerly awaiting a band to take to the stage, if one day I would stand shoulder to shoulder with Hux, full of anticipation, pints (in plastic cups) in hand, to enjoy the magical moment only live music can evoke.
Would I be deemed lucky enough, not to be classed as the embarrassing father; allowing us to be seen in public together and not damaging his vital street cred?
Or, would I be truly blessed that my own musical taste would in some way influence his and we could regularly bond over new bands or veteran artists dragged out of retirement to rattle though their back catalogue.
Every human has a critical period for learning musical tastes. It’s starts at around the age of 14 and peaks at 24. Although some very stubborn people would argue the latter figure.
When you hit double digits on the birthday front you start to gather musical interests; this doesn’t include playing the recorder that seems a right of passage for any child growing up, well in my day anyway. But actually sounds that penetrate your eardrums.
As you hit your traumatic teenage years, self discovery and emotions are bursting at the seams. It’s like a switch in the brain is thrown and you become so much more involved and understanding to all kinds of music. As the hormones surge and puberty begins the sensitive brain stamps important life moments to music that you so happen to be listening to at the time. Whether it be your dad’s glam rock, your mums Motown classics or your mates latest UK grime mixtape, these songs/albums now carry deep meaning and go toward shaping your everlasting music taste.
At approximately 15 that brilliant brain of ours has almost sets our musical tastes in stone. We have been unleashed on the world of music and taken a direction governed by our heart. At 15, influences are being fired from every direction and some times we like it, other times we hate it.
Its genuinely hard to recall all the music I listened to at 15, but dating albums back to their release date shows that my music taste hasn’t really changed since those days. I would agree it’s become a little more refined and I’m more accepting of a random genre (I’m thinking jazz) given the time/mood/setting, but for the majority of the time I still get excited when i hear an eski beat drop or a familiar haunting guitar riff ensues.
When we reach 21, our choices are essentially solidified. It’s not a definite cut and shut, but pretty close. It would seem that by this time we are less open-minded and our brains full, not allowing new associations.
In the time period that Hux is making allowance for musical persuasion, I’m pledging to give him the best means to explore every genre to its fullest; feeding him recommendations or complete curve balls to keep things varied. There may be genres that inspire him to free think about world problems, or find deep meaning in songs that only a young mind can figure. I truly believe that music has the power to elicit strong emotions that is very underestimated. For a child/adult to be in tune with their emotions goes a long way in any type of relationship.
Most of all I want to continue the silly kitchen dancing we currently have each morning. Be free of inhibitions with each other and generally bond over a mutual love. Lets hope he’s note tone deaf as that’ll right scupper everything.