I’m not shy about sharing my discontent of youths with other youths. When I was a high school sub, I joked around with tattooed kids about how back in my day we had to WORK to pay for body modifications. (Mind you, I knew the kids pretty well.) We had to earn every dollar working a thankless job at the front desk of our dormitories and not use the cash our grandmas gave us for our birthday.
(I am aware now of how old I sound, thanks.)
With my own children, I tell them how songs today don’t come close to the classics. At this point I would put in one of my Dr. Dre CDs.
There is a constant trend to throw back to the oldies, or at least what the current generation deems “old”. I appreciated hearing Blackstreet in the movie Pitch Perfect just as I appreciated hearing them live.
Like right in front of me.
Five friends and I went to the V101 Holiday Jam at the new Golden 1 Center in downtown Sacramento. We had a blast!
More Blackstreet. Juvenile was also there but I didn’t care much for his lyrics so a couple of friends and I weren’t as excited to be there. I don’t like being called a bitch or ho in case you are an aspiring songwriter. Pretty sure most women feel the same way.
Bone Thugs & Harmony were there and they sounded great! My friend T and I saw them two decades ago in San Jose and they haven’t changed one bit.
Nor have some of their audience members who were partaking in herbal refreshments hence the reason I don’t have close shots of the group. Even now, just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.