My mother (boomer) gave me a bunch of her old records when I got a record player for Christmas when I was 7. Motown and Elvis. I remember playing Where Did Our Love Go over and over, singing it to my dolls and stuffed animals.

My father (silent) loved the American Graffiti soundtrack. He’d sing Chantilly Lace and sounded just like The Big Bopper. I Only Have Eyes for You is on that soundtrack, my father would have me stand on his feet and we’d dance to it.

This is an interesting question. I’m realizing my mother never sang or danced or listened to her music with me. She gave me her old records and I listened to them in my room by myself. My father shared his music with me in an interactive way. He’d sing along, we’d dance, he’d tell me stories about how those songs fit into his life (things he and his friends did, driving around and listening to the radio, going to their hangouts etc). Those songs mean more to me because of the memories my father shared with me and the fun we had together listening to them. He and my mother never danced or sang together.