If anyone remembers the poster out of Alice Coopers Killer album ?
Well it was him hanging by a noose, with his dark eye makeup, you know the Alice Cooper thing
I hung it up on the wall, I was... just guessing 13/14 years old
I came home from school and it was GONE!
When I inquired at diner time as to what had happened to it I was told something along the lines of - Dad: "Im not having that garbage hanging in my house", then he further inquired as to "what was the message was the guy was trying to relate." I didnt really have an answer for him, I didnt feel like explaing how most of the album was about being a hitman and that was the end consequence. But hey, it was the 70's and with all the sociol termoil during those late 60's into the 70's had that generation scared to death as to what was going to become of "us", long hair, this new harsh music, drugs, ect. ect. ect.
He had no problem with my Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd posters, he even helped me build four speaker cabinets to hang in the corners of my room, bought my guitar amp, stuff like that, but still he and the rest of that entire WWII generation was highly concerned. When I became a parent I suddenly fully understood.
When my daughter wanted to buy that first Godsmack album with the girl with the studs all over her face on the cover, I was a bit "scart" but figured what the hell shes smarter than that. So I bought it for her, then I got home and we listened while I read the lyrics and they bent me the wrong way. Seemed like they were like this dude blaming everybody around him for his being a looser, she was probably 10 at the most then, it was nearly 10 years ago. I explained what was wrong with the attitude behind the lyrics and that the CD had to go. In retrospect I regret it now, she just liked the music and was not on that path. Wouldnt have mattered anyhow, so much of music during that period was, anti parents, anti rules, "we dont have to do anything you say", "we dont have to listen to you", "we want to punch somebody in the head", everything is everybody elses fault.
She just liked the music and wanted to listen to it, she didnt want to dye her hair orange, poke her face full of holes or punch someone in the head..... but still as a parent I was concerned as to where the line was for what was acceptable and what was not. She was my little girl and I loved her with all my heart but I had to make a judgement call.... be it right or be it wrong, it seemed right to me at the time.
When I got in my 30's I finally realized it wasnt easy being the father of my fathers son and he realized that myself and my friends all turned out alright and towed our share of the line. Then again my friends and I have all sat and talked about how we were... who, we were... due to our considerably stricter than todays upbringing.