My Mom was mostly Motown, Stax and old Gospel, but my Dad was more eclectic: Motown and Stax, of course, but also The Beach Boys, later Doobie Brothers, Joe Cocker and even some folk like Simon and Garfunkel. He let me know that I was conceived to Marvin Gaye, which is weird, but explains my affinity for his music. I didn’t reject my parents’ music in the same way that some kids reject there parents’ soundtracks, but by the time I could buy my own music, Prince, Hall & Oates, and to a lesser extent, emerging Hip Hop were what I liked. Because I was in “Gifted and Talented” classes—mostly as a result of high scores on standardized tests, certainly not because of any academic achievement—most of my friends were white, and their parents, being Boomers, listened to a never ending “Woodstock-era” playlist. What’s odd is that there was less crossover between what my African-American parents listened to, and what my friends’ parents were listening to. One of my best friends, his parents were the exact same ages as my parents: his dad was born on the same day in ‘48 as my dad, his mom the same day in ‘51 as my mom. By that metric, same cohort. But to a very large degree, race, class and geography affected their musical taste because in my household, my folks were only vaguely aware of Hendrix’s existence, and when I was with my friends in their homes, neither Motown nor Stax had any “market penetration”. The exception was my friend Jason, whose mom, Vicki—who smoked a LOT of weed—was a ravenous consumer of music: that lady was always very very kind to me, and she’d never met a musical style she didn’t like. She also may have been stone deaf because whether it was Louis Armstrong or The Who, she’d rock it so loudly that the windows would rattle on the kick drum parts. TL;DR - I had a bunch of different people influence my musical tastes.