|These thoughts which whiten my hairs.
||[Mar. 25th, 2011|02:05 pm]
I put my kids between 15 and 20 by the time they have credible taste in music. IDK why. Probably because that’s when I pulled my head out of R&B’s asshole, and into some happy earholey places. For example, Zeppelin’s music had been around a few decades by the time I truly started appreciating them. By the time my kids are the same age I was then, Nirvana’s music will have been around for a few decades+. So in this twisted Pythagorean paradigm…. Nirvana = Led Zeppelin ? D: (well, lets hope for Alice in Chains. Somehow that makes it more palatable).
If it’s The Cure they’re into, it would be just like my high school obsession with The Beatles. There. That’s better. The Cure = The Beatles.
But, seriously, it’s hard for me to take it seriously. Can You Imagine… OMG, MOM, YOU’RE SOOOO LUCKY YOU WERE ALIVE WHEN NIRVANA WHEN WAS AROUND! DID YOU EVER SEE THEM LIVE? I WOULD’VE DIIIIIEEEEED! (or, you know, whatever the vernacular will be in better part of 2 decades from now).
How did our parents take us seriously, before we liked good music? It’s hard to imagine them NOT loving Pink Floyd and The Rolling Stones. Right? Maybe for them it was Perry Como and Patsy Cline? Nirvana = Perry Como?