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Originally Posted by Glice
I think the shock of a lot of youth music is that the older generation simply don't get it. And you, my dear, clearly don't get Soulja Boy. Not that I do myself. I'd be surprised if anyone over 18 did. And that's why a lot of kids love it. Because it really, really pisses people older than them off. Maybe the big change since the late 70s is that by now people are expecting young people's music to be different from theirs.
I'll tell you one thing that pisses me off. Kids no more than 17 going on about fucking Clapton. I'd prescribe them all masses of gurners and a visit to Helter Skelter. Your teen years are the time to listen to music that is deeply regrettable in years to come. It's a time to wear clothes that you'll never be able to pull off in maturity. Look at the nu-ravers. I would look... actually, I'm fucking amazing at clothes, so let's assume the 'I' is someone other than me... 'I' would look fucking awful dressed like a nu-raver, because I'm not a lithe and slightly spotty, bad-haircutted 17-year-old.
To summarise - if the music you're listening to doesn't piss off your parents, you're doing something wrong.
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I absolutely agree with this. Pop music is a young person's game. I can't stand it when people my age force their opinions on kids.
Getting older should be about becoming comfortable with your
own taste, not worrying about those of kids who are no doubt having an absolutely brilliant time, regardless of whether some wide waisted old fart like me thinks what they're listening to is utter poo - which I usually do.
There are two great joys in a person's musical path. The first takes place in your early teens when you develop your first musical obsession, the second comes much later, when you realise that, actually, Dire Strait's first album is a bit of a corker. But if I ever saw a 17 year old bopping along to Sultans of Swing, I'd hang the imaginationless little bore from the nearest willow.
Classic rock is like pyjamas. You need a good few years before realising that, actually, they're great. But you need those years to prove it. Wearing pyjamas before your thirty is, like listening to Dire Straits, a complete betrayal of your youth.