My Son’s Music Equals Satan’s Symphony

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As we drove to soccer practice this evening (a thousand miles away), I granted my 14-year-old free reign of the music for the drive. This was a privilege he stopped asking me for a long time ago after my rather honest comments about his music. As some of my long term readers recall, I once allowed him to play his music while it was just him and me in the car. It didn’t end very well. In fact, it was like Satan’s symphony began to play.

So what makes us enjoy certain songs? Because of my intense, scientific research and a 2 minute Google search, apparently it’s the nucleus accumbens in our brain. It decides how much value we place on a song. Based on this science, clearly my son’s nucleus accumbens is damaged and I’ll be taking him in for an MRI in the coming months.

Schitts Creek Comedy GIF by CBCThere really aren’t any words for the music he listens to. In fact, it’s not music, it’s just chanting with the occasional addition of auto-tunes. I don’t understand how one human can shit on a record then another human comes along, takes that record and passes it off as “music”. And I get that I am 29 years older than him but usually I can find something I like in a song. It could be the intro, the beat, the raspy voice or a drum solo. I honestly have nothing. In fact, I’ve composed an outline of why I hate this music so much.

3 Reasons I Hate My Son’s Music So Much

  1. It’s completely offensive and the words are ALWAYS the same, just interchanged. If they’re not talking about shooting, they’re talking about pussy and if they’re not talking about pussy, they’re calling everyone and their grandmother nigga. I don’t pretend to understand, because I don’t. I’m not asking them to rap about peonies but Jesus.
  2. You know how occasionally you’ll come across someone that speaks in a monotone voice? Like they lost you on the 8th word of the first sentence? That is this music! It might as well be the Catholic priest, chanting a prayer. Except it’s the opposite of what a priest would say.
  3. How can a rapper name themselves Da Baby and still be taken seriously? Seriously, I want to know this. I thought my sons were fooling me when they said the name of the rapper. Now if a rapper’s name is The Notorious B.I.G. that’s obviously badass. I told my son this evening that my rapper name will either be lil’ cupcake or lil’ Anjula. He just looked straight on, realizing if he doesn’t have anything nice to say, to not say anything at all.

He has approximately 13 minutes left of practice and I’ve made an executive decision. I’m going to play him 90’s rap. Here are the artists we’ll be listening to this evening for our 25-minute drive home:

  • Salt-n-Pepa
  • Notorious B.I.G
  • Fugees
  • Eminem

I’m sure he’ll be thrilled! I want you guys to tell me what you think. Are you down with today’s rap or would you rather pull a Van Gogh on both ears?

 

 

 

 

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