We’re all getting older. This is not a news worthy sentiment. I am comfortable with the gray hair; it started coming in when I was still a teenager. I have been living with gray for more than half my life. The nephew that I tormented when he was a little kid, he’s about to play the final high school basketball game of his senior season. Shifting from a prone position to a seated position on the couch requires physical exertion and is often accompanied by some sort of grunt. The Food Network and HGTV now get regular airtime on our TV. Going out after 8:00pm is a late night, and the notion of having dinner after 7:00 is ludicrous. I’ve come to terms with all of this, and really don’t mind.
That being stated, can somebody help me out with one question I keep asking?
What’s the deal with Dubstep?
Yes, I know, the music of youth is supposed to challenge the adults in the world. The sound and the content is intended to be abrasive to ossified ears. I get it. There wasn't a parent walking that approved of Kurt Cobain or Snoop Dog. I still don't get the 80s, but before that there was the gyrating of the funking disco and the hippie dippies had their drugging music. Those rocking rollers played their loud guitars with African rhythms and grotesque hip thrusts. Even the flappers had their unholy, syncopated, "jazzing" music. I bet Mrs. Mozart had to scream up to her son, "Wolfie, not so loud with that conchertio thingy you keep playing!"
I don't have a problem with electronic music. The Chemical Brothers did a lot of cool stuff. Beck blows me away with every album he releases. I think that an old reliable like David Bowie got a huge lift from collaborating with Trent Reznor in the late 90s and I can use "Fatboy Slim" correctly in a sentence.
Still my favorite music video of all time.
Music does not have to be lyrical. The classical and jazz portions of my music library certainly do not get enough play, but I still appreciate them. I love Medeski, Martin, & Wood and can even roll with the atonal and dissonant licks of The Bad Plus.
True Story - Mother-in-law walks in while I'm listening to that song and very sincerely asks, "Is that music?"
I don't understand Dubstep. Maybe as the music at a club or a dance hall, but not the soundtrack to your day-to-day activities. The fact that the stuff kids here listen to has been classified as "Brostep" is not helping the cause. The descriptor "Bro" ceased to be flattering twenty years ago.
There is a huge array of music that is enjoyable and an almost endless variety that is tolerable. Almost. I guess this means I'm officially old. The kids have won.
NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!!!
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