HEY, GOD, I ASKED YOU BEFORE I DID ANYTHING. THE GLORY IS YOURSSSSSSS.
Mine...
1. Zeppelin. For obvious reasons.
2. King Crimson. But this also has a huge story behind it involving my dad, so it's mostly for sentimental reasons.
3. Moody Blues. Which also has a story behind it involving my dad and a 4th grade talent show, and is mostly sentimental as well.
Basically every classic rock band reminds me of my daddy. He's really protective of his records, and when we lived at our old house, he kept them in his shop. I had a play area on the top floor, and his work area for his bikes was on the bottom, and that's where he'd keep them. I'd pretend to be playing upstairs and sneak down to get one of his albums. He had most of them on vinyl and new CD sets. He used to get really, really mad at me for taking them, but after a year or so he started to embrace it. I saw both Moody Blues and Yes in concert with him and we'd listen to them a lot, mostly. I remember back in first grade, I was in love with the song "Red Rubber Ball" and would listen to it with my best friend on the bus and we'd sing it every day.
When we moved, Daddy hid them all in his garage. We don't have a shop anymore, but our house is like 3x the size... He actually keeps them in a safe now, but before that, they were just in the garage. At night, I'd come down the fire escape staircase into the garage so nobody would hear me and take a few of his CDs.
A couple years ago, I was at a church camp. I'm part Native American, so I tend to tan more than burn, but this year I was on 4 different medications that all had the sun exposure risk... Within a day, my arms were bright red and I couldn't move them without massive pain. I struggled through another day, but both nights were awful; I couldn't sleep because if my arms were out of my sleeping bag, I'd be too cold, but if they were in, I'd be waaayy too hot. The 3rd day I called my dad to take me home.
When I woke up the next morning, my dad came into my room with a CD and a weird box looking thing. I asked him what the box was and he told me a story about how he used to experiment with drugs, mostly pot... it was a special pot pipe box, and he showed my the pipe and everything. He then said, "And unrelated, but I think you're ready for this album." It was King Crimson's "In the Court of the Crimson King." It might've been because I was basically crimson with my sunburn... but whatever, he actually GAVE me one of his CDs.
Since then, whenever we go driving, he educated me on classic rock. We'll have the Classic Vinyl sirius/xm station on, and he'll quiz me about song/artist/impact it had... So that's why King Crimson is up there.
tl;dr by Reality:
Classic rock reminds her of her 'daddy' because he used to hide the music, then one day she got sick because she's native and burns easy so she told her dad to take her home. Then he brought in CDs in a weird box thing and it was a pot pipe box because he used to smoke, so he gave her one of the CDs, and since then it's made an impact so she listens to classic rock.
I think.