Back in my day, we knew what classic rock was. It’s Fleetwood Mac. It’s Zeppelin. It’s the music my father—may he rest in peace—listened to when he was young. It’s fun because it’s old and sort of unrelatable. But listen to this ’90s song playing now: Gwen’s talking about screening her phone calls. Like on an answering machine. Those old farts didn’t even have answering machines in the classic rock days. So how, pray tell, could this be classic rock?! And why, I ask you, does it need to be so loud?
i hate it when someone points out that the 60s were to the 90s what the 90s are to now. I don't need real life bombshells bumming me out! Although i can at least regale my nephews with stories about those 'classic rock' gigs i went to (my girls aren't interested in dad's boring stories).
Ahhh, youth is so fucking wasted on the young ....
That is one sad little ditty.
i hate it when someone points out that the 60s were to the 90s what the 90s are to now. I don't need real life bombshells bumming me out! Although i can at least regale my nephews with stories about those 'classic rock' gigs i went to (my girls aren't interested in dad's boring stories).
Growing old aint fair. But yeh, I saw Nirvana, Soundgarden etc like literally play so suck that milllenials.