Here is a story that illustrates my lack of high culture.
I am sitting in the car with daughter number three waiting for daughter number four to come out from school. We are listening to the classical music station which we very rarely do but I have no rock and roll cds in the car and NPR news is boring at the moment.
Some piece of music comes on and I sit up straight and say "I know that piece! That is Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah by Allen Sherman!" I had no idea it was based on some classical piece of music. Wow. Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah was released in 1963. Growing up, I listened to that song on a 45 rpm record everytime we visited my grandmother in Houston, Texas. It belonged to my grandfather who listened to it as he was ill in the last months of his life.
I don't even know who Ponchielli is. But this is a funny song: