It’s not every day that I get a music recommendation from my parents.

Certainly, my exposure to some of the greats — Frank Sinatra, Bob Dylan, Carly Simon, Carole King — is thanks to their influence when I was a kid. And my mother famously introduced our family to Billy Joel (or, as she referred to him, Billy Joe).

But since I turned 15, I can probably count on one hand the number of musical artists they’ve sent my way. I might not even need the one hand.

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