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December 28th

Why do kids like dad music now?

I thought the whole point of music was to give the kids something to rebel against.

Rock and Roll, Punk, New Wave, No Wave, Hardcore, Trance, Acid, Grunge, Metal etc etc. Its all there for you kids. If your dad likes it you shouldn't.

I don't understand why you all like the bland stuff. What is wrong with you. The charts are full of worthy rich kids singing about how miserable they are.

Is it because you don't have to buy it? Because you have everything given for free. Because you don't have to tape it off the radio or queue to pick it up at Woolworths or whatever alt record shop you are lucky enough to have.

I know vinyl is back back back but its just an excuse for record companies to sell you the same stuff AGAIN at a vastly inflated price. I remember buying 10 records for £50 and thinking that was a lot. Now you are lucky if you can get 2 for that price. At least they are 180 gram and definitely not remastered from a digital source. Honestly.

I am the sucker here. I bought there record. Then the CD. I threw the record in the bin and then years later I bought the record again for 4 times the price. Then I bought the remastered version. Then the remastered version on pink vinyl.

Why are lego advertising DFS? That's where most of them go to live.

I might try and add a picture to this. See how that works out.

So why do kids like dad music? I guess because it annoys people like me.

Just like The Jesus and Mary Chain and The Smiths annoyed my dad.

So maybe it is following a pattern.

Maybe.


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