My musical roots, or What I listen to (and what I wish I did)

My parents aren't exactly hippies, but they were sort of stuck 30 years in the past, musically.  We listened to the oldies station constantly, and that's all I knew.  In Renton, that meant 97.3 KBSG, I can still sing their dumb little jingle.  That's all I knew as a child, the only radio station that …