October 17, 2007
[Bumped up to Wednesday to try to make up for missing last Friday. Let's see how that works out.]
On my way to visit a couple friends of mine recently, I realized that their impending child (mid-November) will eventually look at the music I listen to with the same disdain I have for the old crap the older generation grooves on.
The oldest song on my MP3 CD that I was alive for is "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC, released in 1979. (The oldest song on the disc is probably "Misirlou", the Pulp Fiction opening track, but I figured that would be cheating.) "Highway to Hell" was released 28 years ago.
So to this kid, listening to "Highway to Hell" would be like me listening to something from 1948. Which, incidentally, is the year my stepfather was born. I just don't see myself cranking up the stereo for "I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover" or some Nat King Cole.
Of course, the difference is that those songs suck royally while AC/DC, Deep Purple, et al kick ass. It's a shame that music back then was so bad, but at least this kid will learn what real rock sounds like, instead of the crap they play on the radio nowadays.
Hm. Maybe I should've added "and get off my lawn" to that last bit.
