QUOTE (davidisdevine @ Jun 15 2008, 09:27 AM)

This takes me back ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the way to 1964 when I was 8. The Beatles had come to America and were going to appear on the Ed Sullivan show. I was beyond excited, and jumping up and down, and grabbing at my parents' hands and squirming around on the floor in front of the (only) TV and wanting them to get as overwrought as I was. They were not "into" it at all.
Then we all sat and watched what history now knows to be one of the most important moments in music history enfold before us. I cried and screamed and danced and gyrated and shook my head and in general acted like a maniac just like the big girls in the audience. My parents were unmoved.
When it was over, my mother said, "Hmmmmmm, I think they have something there. That was pretty good." I was THRILLED she was that positive. But my father said, "Dreadful mop heads. Screeching babble. Horrible, inane lyrics. What was wrong with Ed Sullivan putting that trash on his show? Nothing will come of them." And I was crushed because I idolized my father.
Why do I relate this story? So that you know and understand that families do not always see the star quality that we do, and we have to nurture our passion to ourselves, but when the talent is truly there as it was for the Beatles and it is for David Cook, the entire world will validate our opinion very soon, and then history will remember it forever.
I was thinking the EXACT same thing reading her post. I was 14 when the Beatles hit the US on their first tour. I absolutely drove my parents insane. It wasn't until they came out with the Abbey Road album - years later - I finally got a "well, they're sounding better" from my father.
Carole