Nope. Divorced and moved 3000 miles away when I was 13 and shacked up with a lawyer who helped him get out of paying any child support. I saw him 7 times in the next 39 years before he died. Granted, and I told him this last time we spoke a few months before he died, if he'd done anything differently, I would not have my wife or son. It would be different people and I'd be a different person. I might not have a son at all, since it was my wife's insurance that afforded us the opportunity to do IVF and it was me that was firing mostly blanks.
Also, my parents always listened to uninspiring music. It wasn't important at all to my dad and my mom was very much of the Celine Dion variety. How I ended up a bad-ass guitar player with a solid foundation in classic rock, funk, prog rock, alternative rock, and jam rock, with a deep appreciation for almost everything else, I have no idea. I certainly didn't get it from my dad. I remember hearing all of those songs on the radio when I was 30. I'm old.