Your Youth is a Genre

When I was in high school, my friends and I were music snobs. We liked what we liked, and really disliked what we didn’t.

We knew who the other groups of snobs were too. They liked different stuff, and hated what we liked. Some kids were even listening to hip-hop. HIP-HOP!

Music was the basis of all of our stupid teenage micro-cultures. It signified who to love and hate. It fueled arguments over coffee and cigarettes at Denny’s until the wee hours of the morning. It was the most important art ever created.

Then one day you grow up and realize that it’s all been bundled together into a station on satellite radio.

That’s right.

The music that defined you has been sewn into some horrific human centipede of musicians that made music in the same decade. It might be flanked by the Spin Doctors and the lady with the hat from Four Non-Blondes.

And then you arrive at daycare to pick up your kids.

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