My parents never understood my love of music, or at least not the type I was attracted to. I think I was just so different than the two of them that they just never understood who I was. They definitely didn't encourage my desire to learn to play guitar. Like our Queen I was into a lot of Glam and "Shock" rock. Alice, The Dolls, Kiss, Bowie/Ziggy were not bands my parents wanted me to listen to. My dad just thought I was nuts and my mom thought I was going to Hell, which the jury is still out on.
My daughter wanted to play guitar so we bought her the gear and paid for lessons. She was getting pretty good but rarely ever touches hers now. She went a completely different route and wanted to play acoustic and I fully supported that. I was just happy she had the interest and took it seriously. She does believe that Thunderbirds are the best basses, so thats a victory in my book. She has made it clear that she will be inheriting my 50th Anniversary Gold bass, but she may not be willing to wait until I am gone.
To all of you that supported your kids desire to play an instrument, I salute you.
It’s incredible when I think of the noise my mom endured with us teenagers playing in the basement! But she always said she was happy to know where I was.
She was a devout Mennonite Christian, but never bought into that “Rock is the Devil’s music” thing.
All you can do is try. My daughter is starting in the music program at Capilano University in September. She listens to pop/rock, but is more interested in playing classical music. I think she has a group lined up to play during the summer

What was wrong with you?