I keep seeing threads around about modern music. And I hear people in their late twenties/early thirties like my sister talking about it. And it’s music today is crap, rap’s not real music, when I was a kid we had real rock and roll, and so on.
You are now officially all old. Oh, I knew you thought it’d never happen. Your parents, of course, they were old. That’s the only reason why they didn’t like your music. And when it happened to your parents? Well, obviously your grandparents just weren’t ready to adjust to Elvis and Buddy Holly, and so their condemnation of all new music was based on age.
But me? you say. Not me. I’m not old. Old is defined by me. So if I don’t like this music, it’s because it has no value whatsoever, not because I’m old… right?
Wrong. Everybody gets old. And the first thing it takes is your ability to enjoy new forms of music. I’ll admit nine-tenths of what you hear on the radio is crap. I’m only 18 but I listen to Oldies music because the crap has been filtered out. But you know what? It was there. I recently discovered a webradio station that is apparently dedicated to the suckiest music of the 50s, 60s, and 70s. “He Hit Me and It Felt Like A Kiss,” anyone?
And anyone trying to claim that the 80s didn’t have a generous portion of suck can take it up with my friend Mr. Duran, and my OTHER friend Mr. Duran.
There’s nothing wrong with it, exactly. Natural phenomenon. Just, when you ask me why I listen to that “rap crap”, don’t be surprised if I just smile sadly and change the subject.
It’s not a matter of clock time. Some people last a long time. Others do real quickly. But it does happen. And if you’re young and reading this… it’ll happen to you to.
[sub]But not me, right? Never me.[/sub]