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Post by hugofuguzev on Feb 21, 2018 6:14:40 GMT
The expressions of disappointment that their children don't share their old geezer taste in music is appalling. Just as appalling as the pride in their kid's geezer taste in music. I mean, it's not like kids are supposed to have their own voice and have their own cool stuff walled off from old shitty parents or anything. Nope. Let us disown the brats for not praying to Saint John Lennon, the drunken wife beater. Winning. So much winning. Fortunately outside of "Yellow Submarine" my kid couldn't give fuck one about The Beatles. I don't mind that the little guy has a thing for jazz or Steely Dan just so long as fifteen years from now he's not busking playing trumpet on a street corner for smack money... |
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Post by aaa-appreciator on Feb 21, 2018 7:17:34 GMT
I’m expecting MYKE to wade in and reassure everyone that his son is a loyal fan of all his classic rock vinyl. Proving once again that the apple doesn’t fall far from the old miserable cunt.
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Post by Aural Relations on Feb 21, 2018 11:17:07 GMT
My elder son was into grunge in high school, and seems much more classic rock these days, but my youngest(28) is mostly J-pop and anime soundtrack music.I bet that hurt Jamie to type. Still, looking on the bright side, at least Jr. is collecting JAP pressings. |
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Post by Urethra Franklin on Feb 21, 2018 13:01:35 GMT
My elder son was into grunge in high school, and seems much more classic rock these days, but my youngest(28) is mostly J-pop and anime soundtrack music.I bet that hurt Jamie to type. Still, looking on the bright side, at least Jr. is collecting JAP pressings. LOL funny avatard. |
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Post by antiram on Feb 21, 2018 21:29:58 GMT
I've never given a shit if anyone likes the music I play or not. I try not to play weird shit that will disturb people if others are around (or just skip music completely). I've never dated anyone who especially likes my music, have no relatives living or dead who especially liked it, have no friends or coworkers who especially like it. Most people I know tolerated my music as long as I didn't force it on them or play it 24/7 or anything like that. Which is fine with me, I've always thought of it as a solitary hobby. I can deejay reasonably well enough if an occasion truly demands music. Good enough.
What makes these guys pathetic is that they are trapped in a familiar trap. Mediocre parents who wish to live vicariously through their children's success. Normally, this takes the form of stage mothers, pushy football dads, or tiger moms with piano lessons, ice skating lessons, private tutors and whatever else will give the kid that shot at the dream the parents never achieved.
That kind of parenting is bad enough, but at least it has its rewards. Pushing the kid might really land him a first string position on the school team, or it might really win a beauty pageant, or it might really result in good SAT scores or something. But what benefit is there to...let's say...Steve's kid asking him to find the best pressing of Bad Company's debut, or knowing the finer workings of "Tangerine" by Spirit? All that seems likely to do is destine the kid to be the weird one in the class, hopelessly out of touch with the interests of classmates. That leads to taunting and bullying and makes the kid hate the parents for raising him weird.
Fortunately, most kids are smart enough not to inherit their parents' hobbies. They may not be able to rebel against the tiger moms of the world, but a fat, lazy, SHite who insists that Bad Company is better than J-Pop becomes easy to disregard.
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Feb 22, 2018 0:35:27 GMT
It's nice to have something common with your kids (or in my case, my kid sister) It is weird if you both have the same exact likes and dislikes. But a healthy little overlap is fun, and hell, if you're willing to take off the blinders, you might enjoy or at least appreciate the stuff they like. And the other way around. My sister likes K-Pop and Melanie Martinez and a bunch of other stuff that I will gladly listen to with her, but have virtually no interest in on my own. And she couldn't give a shit about Zeppelin or Stones or Beatles, but if I put something on, she doesn't mind. (When she was maybe 3, she came in my room while I was listening to the Wedding Album, just John and Yoko shouting each others names. Taking a line from our father, she, in a kids-say-the-darndest-things fashion, proclaimed "turn this off, it's making my brain bleed.") But we do have a nice common ground: mid-2000's emo and pop rock. Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, etc. All that shit from when I was in high school. Maybe I'm just a bit upset that she doesn't like The Killers. (Mr. Brightside being the crowning moment of that era.)
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Post by blahdiofile on Feb 22, 2018 2:50:25 GMT
If my kid doesn't rebel against me, I'll feel like I failed somehow. They need to go be their version of punk or whatever. I'll never be sad if my kid hates my music. If they like some of it, whatever. The idea is for them to find their own thing. Mandatory reverence for the Beatles is bullshit. Quit trying to ensure the next generation of remasturbators
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Post by blahdiofile on Feb 22, 2018 4:01:03 GMT
Also, I'm still baffled on how you can be proud of somebody for liking something. It's not an achievement so who gives a fuck?
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Post by hugofuguzev on Feb 22, 2018 6:08:54 GMT
Fortunately, most kids are smart enough not to inherit their parents' hobbies. I'd prefer if my kids didn't inherit mine or my wife's hobbies (music and drawing, respectively), let 'em find their own niche in the world and be their own people. I mean, we certainly wouldn't discourage the kids in anything but we'd be more encouraging if they pursued hobbies and interests that differed from our own. |
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Post by antiram on Feb 22, 2018 6:24:34 GMT
I'm glad my parents shared things they liked with me; that's fine. My dad turned me on to the Marx Brothers, and my mom turned me on to Flannery O'Connor's writing. There were hobby-ish activities I did with my parents too; my dad and I had a Strat-O-Matic baseball card game league going for a few years, and my mom and I liked looking for "haunted" houses in the old part of town. But they never forced anything on me; they invited me to participate in their activities as much as I wanted. As an adult, I lost those interests and found my own.
In my real-life work, I have a lot of interaction with teenagers. I hear about all the latest teen fads, including their music. A lot of it is crass and makes me gag, but I never tell them that. I loved crass, gag-inducing shit when I was a teen. It is not my place to tell them they were born in the wrong time, or my teen shit was superior to their teen shit. Because those are lies, anyway. What is important is that they find their way in the world and become healthy and happy adults (which we really need more of). One important way teens do that is to explore this world that grownups left to them and discover for themselves what it has to offer. Expecting them to become interested in stuff that happened 40-50 years ago is the ultimate in narcissism.
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Post by AnalogRearEnd on Feb 22, 2018 9:18:28 GMT
Jesus fucking christ, scoot has spawned offspring?!
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Post by thisonehurts on Feb 22, 2018 10:31:49 GMT
I don't believe he has a daughter. There could well be a young girl living in his cellar, though, Natascha Kampusch style.
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Post by Chicken in Black on Feb 22, 2018 15:12:28 GMT
It’s JeatleBoe’s girlfriend.
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Post by Brick Wall on Feb 22, 2018 23:14:18 GMT
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Post by AnalogRearEnd on Feb 22, 2018 23:45:21 GMT
Is that Alan Partridge on the bottom left?
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