Think of the Children!

About an hour ago I created this blog with no fanfare whatsoever, a small divestiture as I created a login ID in order to leave a comment on another blog. For an hour, I've been fairly excited about writing about something, but couldn't come up with anything beyond the obvious:

Our kids will read this in the future.

It trips me out completely to think that today's "contemporary" and "cool" will be tomorrow's "oldies" and "Dad, you used to listen to this crap?". (Aside: What will the future slang word for "crap" be?)

Now, I love rap music. Unfortunately, I'm probably the only person within my social circle with the "wanna-be-black" gene, so I'm forced to listen to U2 or some other rock derivation/degradation. I digress. Rap music - filthy songs about stylized posturizing sprinkled with a pinch of misogyny. I can't get enough of it. As Lil Wayne would say, "Feed me rappers, or feed me beats!"

During my early high school years, my uncle used to drive me to school. He had a large, blue Chevy pickup truck and constantly listened to the oldies station (MAGIC ONE-OH-TWO-POINT-SEVEN!). I used to enjoy listening to the Beatles, and that dude that sang "Under the Boardwalk" (Is that the greatest oldies song ever? I must have heard it at least twice a day). It was soft, pleasant music that would calm and relax me on my way to school. See where I'm going with this yet?

Fast-forward to c. 2017. It's the fall of The Eldest's 14th year of life, and I'm driving her and The Youngest to school. Magic 102.7 is on...the oldies station, playing my favorite songs from the last decade...and I immediately raise the volume up to the max and yell out, "Your mom used to go nuts to this song!!!" The song? "Get Low" by Lil Jon and the Ying Yang Twins (isn't it supposed to be Yin-Yang?). I turn around and pump my fist into that awkward barrier of air between the front seat and The Youngest's face and yell, "SKEET SKEET SKEET!!!" Everyone in the car is oblivious to anything. It's simply a fun song from 2002.