REST IN P, WIZARD OF WOO
by Todd Hartley
I’ve been running a kids camp this summer, and any time we go somewhere as a group — to a museum or whatever — we have huge fights over who controls the radio. I, a lover of music, can’t abide the horrific dreck the kids and the 19-year-old counselor want to listen to, and they, tasteless know-nothings that they are, show no appreciation for timeless classics like the Rolling Stones, Motown and pretty much anything made last century or with real instruments and un-autotuned voices.
Well, guess what, America? Chicken butt. Sorry, sorry. Force of habit from dealing with kids all day. Read the rest of this entry →