When I was growing up, rock music was not permitted in my house. I had to listen to safe music. It was odd because my Mother and Father loved to experience life, they were not averse to the neighborhood party, if you know what I mean.
I went to parochial school, and was raised by nuns for 12 years, meaning, I was with them eight hours a day, and only three hours a day with my parents. I loved those nuns. Not one of them ever tried to change me.
Then I grew bigger than my Father, and because I was ignorant I ignored my Mother.
To their credit, both parents took jobs so that I could attend University. Then I fell in with the wrong crowd.
I remember the first time I heard Bohemian Rhapsody on some 80's nostalgia internet radio station on my buddies smart phone. I was ruined then and there.
Jesse Q. Screed