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How Mothers Inspired Our Love For Music

Andre LaRouche, Director of Product Development – Integrated Systems

Music was the glue that bonded our family. It started with stories from Mom’s days as a roadie for the Eagles, and trips to music festivals like Goose Lake back in the sixties. Later it was Mom’s endless support for my brother and me in the school band, which then extended beyond when we formed a salsa jazz band in college. Mom was the first to buy 10 copies of our CD. She supported me when I decided to study engineering at Michigan Tech so I could become a speaker engineer. The picture is of my mom and grandmother at the RCA Dome supporting our high school marching band at Grand Nationals. Love you Mom. Thanks for your support over the years.

Chad Wells, Web Developer

Mom let me listen to just about any kind of music while growing up, even if she was a little afraid of some of it! This is largely why my taste in music is so broad. She noticed that I was paying attention to musical rhythm at a young age and was very supportive of my decision to learn the drums. Mom (and Dad) bought my first drum kit when I was 13 years old, and even let me make crazy amounts of noise without much complaint. She’s always been very supportive of my musical interests and aspirations, and I appreciate her to this day.

Mike Babcock, Corporate Buyer

My mom used to play Christmas music all day, every day during the holiday season. The TV was rarely on, but music was always playing. She made sure it was turned up just loud enough to be heard throughout the house. It didn’t matter what we were doing: chores, homework, or playing, we could hear the music. For me, it’s about having the music playing all the time, all year round. And usually loud enough for the neighbors to hear too. Thanks Mom!

Vlad Grodzinskiy, Sr. Manager of Product Development

My mother was a dancer that loved fresh music. I remember birthday parties, events and gatherings, were a place where dancing became an outlet we both shared. She always supported my love for music. When I started producing electronic music in school, she was my biggest fan. After a while, it became my purpose to expose her to new music. It's been a special part of our relationship that continues to this day. Her taste for new music has kept her heart young, and our mutual love for dancing continues to keep us healthy.

Dave Gans, Web and Ecommerce Mgr.

My mother, appropriately named Melody Joy, buried folk roots deep into my musical development from an early age with songs by Dylan, Taylor and Denver. Acoustic fingerpicking influences would be revealed in later years as I learned to play guitar and eventually write my own folk tunes. And, on the rare occasion that I would attempt to sing – Mom would tactfully remind me “the guitar part is very nice… stick to playing guitar.”

Matt Sommers, Senior Creative Director

My first music connection came through my mother, Patricia Lear. She was a huge British invasion fan and introduced me to the Rolling Stones, The Monkees, The Dave Clark Five, Herman’s Hermits, and of course, The Beatles. I remember lying on the carpet between the speakers of my parent’s console, completely hypnotized by the sounds and images (album art!) of a culture from the other side of the world. The record player was a “stacker” and you could put 5-10 albums on the spindle. When one disc played through, the next would automatically drop on top of it and the tone arm would start at the beginning. Countless blissful afternoons were spent absorbing those songs, many of which are still my favorites today.

Brittainy Kelley, Social Media Manager

My mom inspired my love for music in many ways. By the time I was two, I could sing every single word to every Whitney Houston song ever produced. She still has the videos to prove it. As middle schoolers, Mom took my brother and me to our first concert at Ball State. We had to stand on the seats just to see the stage. The concert was Third Eye Blind. At one point, I looked over and college kids were high-fiving her. That’s when we realized she was the coolest mom ever. My senior year of college, she put the Semi-Charmed Kind of Life Album, in my Christmas stocking. To this day, my favorite memories still come pouring back every time that album plays through my speakers. Mom taught me that music is the soundtrack to our lives.

Jeff Ross, Engineering Technician – Acoustics

First about the picture. It is my favorite picture in the world. It features my mom, Ethel Ross-Canady, myself (age 5), and my new Six Million Dollar Man action figure (not a doll) – Christmas 1975. And as you can see in the background, her influence continues to grow out of control. Ha! And all it took was the first Boston record she bought me!

A love for music must starts somewhere, right? She could rock a stereo like no other. Mom (and Dad) provided me with everything I could have ever wanted. But, introducing me to music was probably the thing I am most grateful for. Music is something I can take with me wherever I go, use to lift my spirits, or help me find inspiration. Happy Mother’s Day Mom, I miss you!

Trevor Gibson, National Sales Mgr. – Klipsch Professional

My mom, Marcia Gray, was always encouraging and patient with my music production. In high school, my buddies and I would be in the basement banging out the same metal songs repeatedly. Most sane people would have come downstairs and unplugged our equipment immediately. Not Mom. She let us rock for hours on end and without interruption. Thanks Mom!

Linda Jesko, Receptionist

My mom has been gone for almost 37 years, but she passed her love of music on to me. She loved just about any kind of music. She would turn up the old record player and put the 78’s on while she was ironing or cleaning. Today, I find myself doing the same, except of course, it's a little more convenient. She showed me how music can give you a boost when you are down or bring back a memory of something you might have forgotten along the way. Thanks to music, my mom is never far from my heart.


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