I am so sick of the crap that kids listen to these days.
Years ago, I asked my youngest niece who she was into. “New Kids on the Block, duh!” The next year I asked her if she still liked them. She rolled her eyes and said “No way! Duh! I like Marky Mark now.” Of course. I really needed to get with the times. The next year I asked her again. Once again, she looked at me like I was a cantankerous old fart who didn’t have a clue, and told me about this new guy, Jimi Hendrix.
Last Christmas I asked my youngest nieces what bands they were into. I was showing my age by not being clued in to what was hip and new and cutting edge. Of course they were into Pink Floyd.
My girlfriend was astonished when she asked her teen son’s friends what music they liked. They unanimously talked about the latest sound sensation, Journey. But the son knew better. He knew that Eric Clapton is really where it’s at. And while the adolescent daughter readily admits to being a Hanna Montana fan, what’s most likely to be on her MP3 player is Beatles/Doors/Who.
Damned kids. Get off of my blue suede lawn.