Mom grooved to everything from Elvis to Motown and all stops in-between while Dad didn't care much for music but would put on the occasional country station when he wanted to hear something.  I had always perked up when I heard music that I liked but nothing ever impacted me like the day I first heard Queen's "We will rock You" on the radio.  I was in the back of my uncle's station wagon trying to avoid the dog piss that was all over the place when the music hit me like a mallet on the head.  Boom, boom whap.  Boom boom, whap.  Boom boom, whap. . ."Bloody is the face of a young man runnin gonna take on the world some day. . ."  There has been no looking back since.