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Eagles | Hotel California 

You know how some young people are so adamant about letting you know that they started listening to classic rock on their own because they are cooler than cool, the coolest of the cool? These kind of people will forever deny that their parent’s musical taste ever had any influence on them. Okay well, I am not one of those people. Damn straight my parents influenced my musical preference. I didn’t know it at the time because honestly, what seven-year-old is going to agree to listen to an album of their parent’s choosing over their beloved Britney Spears or Spice Girls? Certainly not me. Of course I whined through the entire car ride, begging my parents to shut off the preposterous sounds they claimed as “music.” Luckily they just ignored me and kept on listening to The Eagles and Van Morrison and Grateful Dead, all the while subconsciously conditioning me to fall in love with said music when I grew up.

Anyway, Hotel California is one of the songs I can very distinctly remember listening to as a child with my parents. I remember listening to it in the car or on the stereo at home dozens of times and secretly liking it, even at a young age. However, it took a lot of growing up for me to finally admit my love for The Eagles and a lot of other classic rock. But one thing I know is that I will never discredit my parents for inadvertently turning me on to a lot of kick-ass music.