'I hate my Dad being drunk. I am never going to drink. Beer is bad.' Ah well, the best laid plans of mice and men......
'Why don't old people like our music. It is so good. I am always going to like modern music.' Well I did, until I got older. Now I don't like it much at all. It started going downhill in the nineties to the point where I just don't like much young peoples music. I love the music of my youth, the banal pop tunes, some of them anyway, disco and I have moved on you know.
I like quite a lot of trance and electronic and house. There are some very clever people out there who can mix electronic sounds and make quite good music, albeit you cannot sing along. Fifteen years ago when my eight year junior brother was renovating our house and one day he arrived when I was listening to a dance music program on Triple J and he suggested it was crap music.
There may well be a few people who move with the times and adjust to the music of now, however many times it changes. But I expect they are a tiny minority. The rest of us will cherish the music of our youth and not connect with modern music.
I think I would have done better with music if it wasn't for rap. My interest in modern music even included some early rap, but it was much more musical than the present stuffs.
How did I end up being this old person who hates the music that comes out of comes out of commercial radio stations? Well, actually, I have noticed they do play quite a bit of my music too, that is stuff from the eighties and nineties and even earlier. Young people seem to like quite a bit of my music.
Brother who did not like Triple J listens to the tradie radio station. I don't know what the frequency or call sign is, but all tradies listen to it, either on a portable radio or from their car radio. It plays what I consider the worst music of the seventies, eighties and nineties. I wish I was brave enough to tell them that they are listening to absolute crap, but they might threaten me with the large and dangerous tools.
There is a temporary tradie in my workplace at the moment. He has his radio blaring, but strangely when I come across him at around six pm, it ABC's evening current affairs program PM that he is listening to. I want to tell him he is weird, but I reckon he has a large dangerous tool too.