— Musings —05.17.2014 08:27 AM
The punk rock torch passes from one generation to the next
[The Dead Kennedy’s ‘Let’s Lynch the Landlord’ comes through the truck’s speakers.]
Son Three: I like Jello Biafra’s voice.
Me [astonished he knows who the Dead Kennedys are, let alone who Jello Biafra is]: You know about Jello Biafra?
Son Three: I think ‘Holiday In Cambodia’ is still their best song.
Me: I think I have to pull over, because it’s dangerous to drive while this happy.
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I had a similar conversation with my middle kid on the subject of the Ramones.
The only enthusiasm I see generated among my younger set is by Social Distortion. I’m jealous.
But does he know the recipe for the Tricky Dickie screwdriver?
(it’s got 1 part Jack Daniels, 2 parts purple Koolaide, and a jigger of formaldehyde
from a jar with Hitlers brain in it we got in the back store room.)
“Nine-year-old Nathan Muir confirmed that he would much rather have Now 86 on a loop during car journeys than any music his dad thinks is good. Muir said, ‘I know it makes daddy happy to say how much I love the primal energy of The Pixies, but I’ve very little interest in a fat sweaty man who is really cross…”
http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/news/society/we-hate-your-music-say-children-2014022183904