Moving on a bit, I was brainwashed by The Beatles and to this day I really don't like them. Sacrilege, I know.
My Dad was a Perry Como fan and fond of the Brat Pack singers, doing a fair impression of Dean Martin.
My Nan used to come and put the Mario Lanza 78 on the radiogramme record player.
From the age of 8, my Dad would get me to sing Doris Day songs as he swore I sounded just like her. I wish.