Fri 12 October 2001 - I’m not turning into my parents. Yet.
I like most of my mum’s tastes in music. And I like my mum - in fact I like both my parents. But sometimes it’s comforting to know that I don’t have identical tastes to them, and that I’m not turning into them just yet.
Last week I lent my mum and her boyfriend a CD I’d burnt with various music on it - stuff like Ocean Colour Scene* (including the theme from "Lock Stock", which I really like), Corduroy, Coldplay and Gomez… She gave it back saying rather unenthusiastically "Yes… it’s all very modern
isn’t it."
*Ocean Colour Scene is almost a name made for the Internet, isn’t it. Chuck a jumble of words like that together, especially with one of them in non-American spelling, and you’re sure to find a .com available. Unless the words happen to be "Toxic" and "Custard" that is. Though custardtoxic.com is available…