Man that takes me back. My folks played a LOT of Linda Ronstadt back in the day. They'd always throw music on the turntable stereo system in our den, early on a Saturday morning, which meant it was time to get up, get moving, and start cleaning our rooms and doing chores. But we'd jam out to music and it was actually fun. When we were done, my dad would make a huge pan of scrambled eggs and chorizo, or migas, or chilaquiles, and we'd turn on Saturday morning cartoons and feast.
