of my Dad's expression when he barged into my bedroom (he was always a tactful guy) and found me listening to "Trout Mask Replica"...

"Now thats what I call a song" - My Dad, 1970ish.

Abbey road, side 2. Mean Mister Mustard - "Keeps his ten bob note up his nose"

What bloody tripe is this ?

I miss him so much.

Apparently after the Korean war, my father began to dislike the direction music was going. The primary source of his displeasure at the time was BeBop music. From that time forward any music he didn't like became "BeBop" to him. I was thus very confused when I discovered the Beatles in the mid 70's and was often told "Turn that BeBop down!".

Watching TOTP was always a family affair. Father would do his best to ruin it for my sister and I with such jewels as: -

"Is that one a girl?" (this wicked barb would be aimed at any long-haired male pop star)

"They're drugged up to the hilt!" (in hindsight, never a truer word...)

"I can't understand a word they are singing!"

"I bet he hasn't washed for a month!"

"Now that's proper music." (Cue The New Seekers, Englebert Humperdink, Frankie Vaughan)

My Dad is a proud scouser and seems to think that any half-decent band that comes on telly is from Liverpool.

"Aztec Camera. Good band. Scousers y'know."
"Van Morrison. He's from Liverpool him."
"Lady Gaga. Grew up in Cantril Farm."

Ok, I made the last one up.

...criticising anything I played. Although he thought it was HILARIOUS to sing along to Guns n Roses' Paradise City with,

"Take me down to the paradise city, where the girls are green and the grass is pretty".

One of my happiest memories is after leaving home, popping round to my parents' and finding them watching my old VHS of G'n'R live in concert, bless 'em!

The lyrics are printed entirely in lower case. My Mum asked doesn't he know how about spelling and punctuation?

Used to sing "current" pop songs when drink had been taken. Songs like Puppet On A Spring and Aprilweis.

Always cursed TOTP when "that bloody group" were on. You know the one, Fish face on drums, donkey face on bass and rubber lips making a racket.

...has never made a secret of how 'challenging' he find some of the stuff I listen to. He does seem to have some almighty blind spots. Once when I was still living at home, 'Can't Buy Me Love' came on the radio, and he went, 'The Beatles. They weren't THAT good, were they?'

And a question of his that flummoxed me so much I have this feeling I've posted it somewhere on here before - totally out of the blue, he said, 'Bob Marley. Was reggae all he did?'

I think my dad fell between two generations or something (possibly due to having much older brothers). He was 22 when the Beatles started but he was into the crooners: Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra etc. So, I nicked a lot of great albums from him, but not the ones you'd expect.

Used to say ad infinitum:-

'If it was left up to me, they would get a proper job"

'Come the revolution they would be put up against a wall and shot'.

I only remember 2 of the songs I played ever being okay for him and they were 'there ain't half been some clever Bastards' by Ian Dury which appeals to his tourettes vocabulary and strangely Edgar Broughton Bands 'Evening over rooftops' I think mainly because I played it that often it had crept into his subconscious.

probably after Junior Choice, I put on ELP's Tarkus, loud.
The old man tells me afterwards: I thought the fucking Russians were coming!

Oh how I miss him.

Hugh Dennis, in one particularly memorable Mary Whitehouse Experience sketch, hit Dad Dancing bang on the nose.

"Hey.. That's got a good beat!"

My sister laughed to the point that she lost control of her bladder.

The Old Man took the hump. Just a little bit.

It'll soon be five years since he died, very suddenly.

Mambo No.5 popped up on the stereo. My mum turned to a sensitive young chap of about 20, and enquired "is this that Black Mamba song?". How we laughed...

"what did he actually do except write a few catchy tunes and spend a year in effing bed"?

My dad's pearl of wisdom on Lennon actually prompted me to ask the same question to the Massive as I couldn't really answer him...

...while watching Erasure on TOTP, ""I'm so in love with you, I'll be FOREVER BLUE"? How long did it take him to come up with THAT? It's not Parsifal, is it?"

It's fair to say my dad doesn't really get pop music.

when organ-based Prog was everywhere, I remember my mum's reaction to me playing "Ars Longa Vita Brevis" by The Nice in my room: "Sounds like Phantom of the Opera in there."