The soundtrack of my life

I have never been a great music follower (although anyone who knows me will testify that I can remember the most obscure of lyrics) for me I love the poetry of music rather than the melody. This is a skill that needs transferring to today's 'youff' as the music has been slaughtered at the altar of aggressive sounding lyrics about carrying guns and not being 'dissed'. Anyway I digress. My earliest memory was at about 8 listening to the Boomtown Rats (and being into Psuedo Punk at that age was a feather in my cap as many of my friends listened to the trash sounds that included The Bay City Rollers) the song I liked was Rat Trap and all I remember is the poor boy being caught in a rat trap, I remember for the rest of the day being careful to avoid the mouse traps my father had laid for our repeat visitors (houses were not well made in the 50's believe me)
Anyway off I went to Comprehensive School (why do we have to call them High Schools? The Americanisation of our English society has gone too far) at Comp the sound and the look was Mods. You know 2 tone trousers, fishtail jackets and a rebellious attitude to authority, well apart from the clothes nothing has changed. We listened to the Jam and Depeche Mode and our parents would say that isn't real music, what is wrong with Franki Valli? Well what was wrong with Frank was that he was enjoyed by our parents and in the 70's 50 year olds were just that, old and irrelevant, nowadays they make much more desperate attempts to be 'street' and yes that sounds stupid if a 20 year old tries to say it. Anyway by 1980 I had been gripped by Elton John (not literally one feels the need to put in) and whilst I liked him for a short period it was killed when my dad said 'ooh good lad a nice man playing piano' I think he changed his mind when he found out the real reason Elton's marriage had folded. You must understand that I have never been homophobic but for 'real men' of the 70's and 80's like my father it was a badge of normality. I then had my Brit pop experience in the 90's. I liked listening to Pulp and his song about sleeping with common people (and in my 20's I tended not to be picky so non commoners would have done), this was followed by the Oasis and Blur explosion mid 90's. The sadness that hit me here was that i was approaching 30 and angry teenagers wanted to know why all the oldies like myself were nicking their music choices. Today I go on you tube listening to my sound era, embarrassed to admit my choices and justifying it by slating today's music. I have sadly become my dad as I know Jessica likes listening to Bruno Mars and I can hear myself saying 'oh good a nice clean living lad' I don't say it loud or she might ask me to get Eminem's album and finally I will have become my father. Anyway off to listen to my Franki Valli compilation.