Music I Hate

As I've said in a previous post, I love music.  In fact, I'll probably do another blog after this one about my favorite music of all time, but for now I need to talk about I song I hate more than any other song in the universe because I just heard it on my car radio.  First, some background.

I an descended from a very musical family.  All three of my uncles on my mother's side were musicians.  They had a big band back in the day much like The Miami Sound Machine.  They had horns, and percussion, and maracas, and they were very talented.  My mom and her two sisters used to sing on the radio.  It's no surprise then that all of my cousins have some musical ability.  I play a little guitar, a little bass, and I can sing.  My brother Vini, however, was the true musician in our family.  At least of all of us first cousins.  He could play the drums, guitar, bass, piano, and he had an amazing singing voice.  He played in many "garage bands" when he was just started out, and that was the problem.

My parents were very permissive when it came to my brother so they allowed my brother and his friends to play their instruments in our basement.  I don't know how old any of you are, but many of you who are around my age may know what song my brother and his friends chose to cut their teeth on when first starting out.  If you guessed "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple you are correct.

I used to love that song too.  The problem is that the opening lick is just the kind of thing a beginning guitarist wants to learn to play.  Duh-duh-DUH duh-duh-DUH-NUH duh-duh-DUH-duh-duh.  They played it over and over and over until I was ready to start the house on fire and all of the people in it, including my parents and my dog.  To this day when I hear those first couple of bars I start screaming like Linda Blair, "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

One day I know my head will turn all the way around.