Dfish
Dfish
Jul 28, 2017 · 3 min read

Will Our Kids Appreciate Music Like We Do? (Or is it a different type of appreciation? Fuck that they’re dumb.)

Remember hearing Nirvana for the first time? I do at 17 years old, and I didn’t think it was revolutionary back then. Obviously hindsight being 20/20, it was. Honestly I didnt think their music was that good. Now Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, I could wrap my flannel around my waist and head bang my Fantastic Sam’s haircut with the best of them.

The greatest, and to be told, detrimental part about these musings is that it was pre Internet. Holy shit, remember that?

Remeber that huge weed leaf on Dre’s Chronic? Oh fuck, I even dropped my panties for that. No one is dropping panties for an Itunes thumbnail.

Im now 40 with kids. Call me an old, jock meathead. The shoe fitted, fits, fats, I’ve gained (a lot) weight since then. So I am no longer Perry Ferrell feral. But every chance I get Im playing my good music to my kids. I tell them Rumors is not a rumor and to put the Ipad down.

Its hard to remember, for some, or its forgotten by its victims, that we used to play baseball in the streets, play smear the queer, and “war” with fake guns in my neighborhood.

What the fuck was it called when we were rad? Band geeks, burn outs, wavers, nerds, dweebs, shit kickers. Call them what you may, I did.

The kicker of this shit, is those dorks were fucking right!

Oh blah, blah, blah, kids now are cool if there in band, arts, drama. Morrisey would’nt have become Morrisey nowadays. Put that in your sick of your kids skull. Morrisey would probably be the student body president. So here we go…

“Appreciate” is one of those words like justice, love, hate. Undefinable to others but we all have our own definition of in our own ways. Being rich, poor, white, black, purple, religious or spiritual. Our opinions are our opinions.

Which brings me to the discussion of this blog. Last weekend I went and hung out with one of best friends. Fuck this is going to be long.

(Party parents, you know this move it’s getting there early hammering alot of beers, burning down the house, and leaving at 6 am to knock out that 4 hour drive so you can make the piano recital. Fuck you hot crossed buns!) Hot crossed or crust? No clue.

Anypoop he’s a 40 year old straight single dude, making really good money for a big company. But he’s a cable cutter. Fine whatever, lock us up in a padded room, with booze, and we’re going to have a good time.

So we played our own game of music trivia on his laptop. Clues, where the band is from, decade, etc. (Fuck my friend because he thought Depeche Mode was from Canada) Needless to say I won.

While playing homemade music trivia and making up questions for each other we got pretty deep in music history. E.g. “they were influenced by the man that sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads” very spicy.

Not to go into music history but it made me think shit, our kids are not going to have any appreciation for Robert Johnson to England inluencing Johnny Rottens public influence here in the States.

So the question is will our kids agrue of the best Justin Bieber album 1, 2, 3 or 4 like we do the Zep albums?