Song you love but your parent hated. My parents didnt actually hate this song, but there was an interesting anecdote about it that probably annoyed them considerably. And it is safe to say they didnt understand Led Zeppelin much when this came out. I am the oldest of 11 children and we lived next door to a couple with no children. We shared a common driveway (which was about 40 or 50 yards long) with them for about a year or so and they finally got tired of all the chaos that a family of 11 will bring to a neighborhood: unending noise, kids using their property as a personal playground; young boys using the driveway to drag our bikes down, etc. One day they constructed a 3 foot chainlink fence right down the center of our common driveway. My dad had to have our own driveway extended by several feet to accommodate cars. Me and my brother enjoyed tormenting old Mrs. Rodriquez with our stereo record player. Our bedroom was in the corner of the house that faced their house. One day we put the speakers in the bedroom window and cranked up the volume of this Led Zeppelin song, Your Time is Gonna Come. It was our not so subtle way of answering the chainlink fence they had recently erected. After about a minute or two of Robert Plants caterwauling, Mr. Rodriquez came tearing down the driveway, shouting up at our bedroom window. Turn down that music box! he sreamed. Turn Down that music box! We both thought that was hilarious. But at the injuncture of my mother, we complied with his demand. About a month later, when we knew the old guy wasnt around, we did the same trick with the same song and cranked it twice as loud. THIS time, his psychopathic wife, Mrs. Rodriquez, came down the driveway with a sharpened carving knife, her fist raised high over her head. My mother saw her coming and told us all to run upstairs while she locked the house up and called the police. Mrs. Rodriquez pounded on all four of the locked doors of the house, seeking blood revenge. She eventually broke the window of our kitchen back door but cut her wrist on the broken glass and then prudently retreated back to her home just before the police arrived. It was a scary way to learn a lesson about the power of rock and roll. But it sure makes for a good story about why your parents might not like one of your old favorite songs.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 13:40:30 +0000
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