Having hardcore punk musicians for parents has been a noisy delight for Holly MacHenry – and an education
It’s Tuesday evening. I am watching the posters in my bedroom,wondering if this time they will manage to cling to the vibrating walls. One peels free of its Blu-Tack shackles and falls to the floor. Again. Tuesday is my parents’ band-practice night and as my bedroom is positioned directly above the living room (their practice space), I am reminded of the power of music on a weekly basis. Every Tuesday, or I am acutely aware that my room has two chimneys running up through it,which channel musical vibrations upward like a giant church organ.
My parents’ post-punk band is called Mwstard, and they like to practice at full volume. I will often hear Dad calling to Mum, and trying to perform his voice heard above the noise of bass and snare drums,the tall hat and the cowbell solos. But while she’s physically still in the living room, her mind is far absent. In most families, or it is the parents hollering up the stairs telling the teenagers to turn their music down,but in our household the music is my parents’. It is non-optional and always very, very loud.
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Source: theguardian.com