Rhapsody in Blue by some orchestra. A whole bunch of Paul Mauriat (sp?) albums (easy listening.) The King and I soundtrack. Classical stuff by russian composers with names too hard to spell.

I seem to remember some Floyd Cramer thrown in there somewhere.

My parents were not very hip. They listened mostly to country, so I would raid my brother's record collection. As a result - lots of Pink Floyd and Elton John.

Billy Joel, Richie Valens, and that's about it.

Wink Martindale?? I had no idea.

My mother was mad about Barbara Streisand and my father was mad about Frank Sinatra, so Sunday was Sinatra and Streisand, always. I didn't care for BS at all but I did like Frank and still do. I would sneak in really early Sunday morning, into the living room (which was usually off limits to the kids...so strange) and fire up the turntable, and get out the Herb Alpert album called Whipped Cream & Other Delights (the one with the woman covered in whipped cream on it) and listen to it furtively before anyone else woke up. I just loved it, and had a huge crush on Herb Alpert. I was totally in love with him. My parents had some good show albums too, my favorite being West Side Story. I thought the "Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!" was positively scandalous.

Al Di Meola, Chet Atkins, Johnny Cash, E. Power Biggs, and a ragtime collection that my brother and I loved to fire up inappropriately early in the morning.

Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass. Floyd Cramer. Boots Randolph. Jim Nabors. Andy Williams. I'm still very fond of all of these. Oh, and a little later on my father liked The Carpenters and Olivia Newton-John.

ikomony, plz git outta mai hed, kthxby!

(Herb Alpert Whipped Cream album)

Oh man, so many! My parents had (and have) a very large collection of records, and I remember listening to them quite often.

Disneyland's Electric Lights Parade, the Mickey Mouse Club, Li'l Orley, Spike Jones (Yes! We have no bananas! - a great favorite), Danny Kaye, records of stories (Little Black Sambo, anyone? Remember the tune that's supposed to be sung to "Now I'm the grandest tiger in the juuuuuuuungle!"?), the Beach Boys, the list goes on. Man, I remember being 6 or 7 and running to turn on the Electric Light Parade so that me and my little brother could dance around the front room on our shag carpet like maniacs.

When CDs got popular and my parents bought a player and some discs, I loved Mannheim Steamroller around Christmas, and a recording of Handel's Messiah by a group whose name I can't recall - they may have been African, or African-American, but they combined the Messiah with lots of fun tribal beats and soul/gospel rhythms. I also retain a fondness for Paul Simon, Billy Joel, and Randy Travis on account of those early days. ;)

Good times!

Ooh, and iconomy reminds me, yeah, West Side Story soundtrack, too, and Alvin and the Chipmunks! Not that the two have anything to do with each other.

Herb Alpert Whipped Cream album

This is in rotation on my MP3 Player.

My parents liked to listen to stuff that I still can't stand (Linda R, Babs, Bread, The Carpenters, etc). I run screaming when Bob Seger comes on. They liked The Eagles a little too much, so I can't enjoy their stuff much either (it's burnt into my brain, so I never listen to it). My mom's favourite to this day is Neil Diamond (whose stuff I never developed any love for).

My dad liked country and bluegrass, but only the most obvious sort of popular stuff (and the silly, kitschy stuff). We did agree on Johnny Cash.

He and I went to see Del McCoury Band a few years ago, and it was a great show.

I liked my dad's Rolling Stones records. I didn't like a lot of the music he liked growing up, but did recently notice I have a lot of it on my iPod.

Simon & Garfunkel and The Beatles, hardcore.

My parents mostly listened to classical music, so my musical tastes were largely informed by outside influences.

My parents never listened to music. My mum liked Jack Jones and Sacha Distel though. They were on TV a lot when I was a kid. I'm not sure it was their singing she liked as much as their looks.

The Fiddler on the Roof Soundtrack. E. Power Biggs playing Bach on the organ. Walter/Wendy Carlos' "Switched on Bach." A record of Gregorian chants (I have no idea who performed them, or which ones they were.)

For me it was records and 8-tracks. I gave pretty much everything they had a listen at least once. Really typical stuff - Eagles, CCR, Bob Seger, The Beatles, Beach Boys, Wings, Stones, old Doo Wop and early RnR compilations.
Me and my best friend would sit in the dark and listen to "Revolution No. 9" on my brother's turntable. Kinda scary when you're 7.

Hong Kong Blues, by Hoagy Carmicheal.

Even though it was about drugs and all, I listened to it over and over.

I thought the "Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!" was positively scandalous.

My parents' scandalous records were Woody Woodbury comedy records. Sort of on the blue side. Not by today's standards, but back then, yeah.

My mom was 21 when I was born. I'm 28 now. So, keeping that in mind, I stole her Prince, David Bowie, Madonna, and Cindy Lauper albums. Man that woman loved Prince. And now I love Prince. Sometimes when we go places we'll toss Purple Rain in and sing along (badly) at the top of our lungs.

Kinda scary to think that when my mom was the age I am now she had two kids, and both of us were old enough to be in school.

Showtunes, naturally. I stole "Rent" from my Dad for a whole year (except for the sad months where he was in FL and we were in VA and mp3s were but a glint in some computer nerd's eye. I think I missed that CD more than I missed my own father!)

Johnny Cash, Hank Snow, CCR, and Henry Mancini's Baby Elephant Walk.

Bill Cosby
Jesus Christ Superstar (the original brown version with Murray Head and Ian Gillian)
A record of old radio shows and events (the Hindenburg explosion, War of the Worlds, The Shadow, Jack Benny, etc)
A recording of bagpipes

Nancy Sinatra - the one with These Boots are made for Walkin'

That scary sorcerer one - Disney maybe?

The folk chicks who sang Little Boxes

Other than that, I remember a yellow vinyl 78 that was really fun to throw on the carpet, get a running start and then slide on it across the floor. Probably didn't do the record much good but it sure was fun. That and riding the upside down card table down the stairs.

(Malvina Reynolds) [if only my parents had been cool enough to listen to that! they missed out on all the good music]

The Eagles' On the Border. Over and over and over again. Also, In Harmony 2 around Christmas, as it had that Bruce Springsteen rendition of "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town".

My parents had the Tommy soundtrack (with Tina Turner as the acid queen) because chupahija adored Richard Harris.--now she froths for Michael Crawford. In the car she listened to KRLA "from Elvis to Elton" before it became exclusively oldies.I remember listening to the Little Mary Sunshine cast albums because I liked the drums in one song, but I don't recall if that was originally theirs. My father loves bagpipes, trad Irish and German marching songs, but I couldn't care less about them.

It's just a little bit weird to hear people talking about their parents' music when some of it was my music. Just a little.

My parent's taste in music is generally not mine, but I was exposed to Buddy Holly at a young age, and that is only ever a good thing.

My mom had a lot of folk music LPs, both early and sixties revivial, that I listened to:

Woody Guthrie
Arlo Guthrie
Early Dylan
Leadbelly
Joan Baez
Odetta
Phil Ochs
Pete Seager

The jazz years - My parents were sorta suburban jazz listeners when they first got together:

Erroll Garner
Cal Tjader
Dave Brubeck (Dad's fave)
Miles Davis

The country years - Dad worked with a lot of guys who self-described as oakies and arkies, so by the late 60s he'd begun bringing home strange new sounds:

Johnny Cash
Merle Haggard
Buck Owens
Ernest Tubb
Hank Willimas (Senior, of course)

Xmas:

Herb Alpert & TJ Brass
Ella Fitzgerald
one of those cheesy Mitch Miller Chorus-style, "let's have a singalong" records

Beatles, Beatles, Beatles, and "Take Five."

My folks aren't big music listeners. They had a few Paul Mauriat and Herb Alpert records. Then they got a cassette player, and got rid of all their records, and had a few oldies compilation cassettes, plus the Beatles red and blue greatest-hits compilations. Then they got a CD player, and got rid of all their cassettes. Now they have a couple oldies compilation CDs, plus a couple Rod Stewart standards albums, and about a dozen Christmas albums (Moms loves that stuff).

- Beethoven's 5th (listened to so often that I was given my own copy, with Leonard Bernstein conducting)
- The Beatles' Revolver, Rubber Soul, and At the Hollywood Bowl (interesting, as my mother totally disavows ever having this record because THE BEATLES WERE ON DRUGS OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
- Sam Cooke's Greatest Hits
- Lots of Elvis, especially the early singles (my mom had the original Jailhouse Rock ep, which I listened to obsessively -- "Baby I Don't Care" being my favorite song; interestingly, she has never disavowed Elvis for OMG DRUGS!!!!!!!)
- The Blackbyrds, Walking in Rhythm

OMG my parents idea of a record collection was to buy the album from every play they ever saw. Robert Goulet singing Man of la Mancha? Ack.

The only cool records they had were old glass 78s made by my grandfather (a piano player), primarily in tinpan alley/Dixieland jazz style. Think of the kind of music you hear dubbed over silent movies (yeah, he used to play at movie theaters too). Sadly, every last one of them broke just from handling and stuff.

My Mom was a big Glenn Miller fan, and had a lot of his wartime 45's and 78's, including some of his last records, made in England, just before his death. You could hear the buzz bombs falling in the background. And Glenn Miller's hits were fun! "A String of Pearls," "Chattanooga Choo-Choo," "Little Brown Jug," etc., were all cute tunes for a kid. And I liked her Andrews Sisters and Mills Brothers records, too.

Dad had a bunch of boogie woogie 78's, including Meade "Lux" Lewis, "Pinetop" Smith, and Albert Ammons. Plus, he had some jazz and big band 78's, including Art Pepper, Chet Baker, Benny Goodman, Woody Herman, The Dorsey boys, Paul Whiteman's Orchestra, and others. When they were dating in the late 40's, they used to drive out to Omaha from Lincoln, NE, or even to Kansas City, to hear the bands that had been shut down during The War, and they often talked about the music they'd heard together, and the trips they'd taken, when gas wasn't rationed any more, and you could buy tires any time you wanted.

And, they could really dance! A lot of my memory of listening to music with my parents ends with my Dad dancing with my Mom. They were still jitterbugging into their '50s, and they looked good waltzing into their sixties. If it hadn't been for Mom's diabetes taking away her legs in the last decade of her life, they might have gone out dancing together.

I brought the first copy of Herb Alpert's albums into our house, and I still have the copy of "Whipped Cream and Other Delights" I bought, back in 1966. My parents were kind of "Meh..." about Mr. Alpert, and in retrospect, I can see why, but they thought it was a lot "better" music than The Dave Clark Five, The Hollies, or Herman's Hermits, which I was listening to about then, as well. In retrospect, I agree with them, about all that, too, although The Hollies stand up, pretty well, to this day.

I can remember only a few albums:
John Denver
Neil Diamond
The Eagles

My parents are a lot older, born in 27 and 33. My mom was all about jazz so I grew up listening to her Benny Goodman and I used to LOVE her record of Bing Crosby singing "Harbor Lights." My dad was more into Herb Alpert and Henry Mancini and Perry Como. It's only been in the last ten years that I've been able to appreciate any of his stuff though. My mom's jazz has always held a much warmer place in my heart.

Several Pete Seeger records, which led directly to my liking of Dylan and probably Springsteen (and Petty and Mellencamp, to be sure).

The HAIR original cast recording.

Mom played Broadway cast recordings. Constantly. Oklahoma. Music Man. South Pacific. Over and over and over and over...