It happens to everyone at some point. You reach that age where you hear the music of young whippersnappers and you find yourself going all “that’s not music!” on some poor teenager who just wants to rock out. It looks like that phenomenon’s going to get the full South Park treatment this week, though in Mrs. Marsh’s defense, the music referenced here really does sound like someone’s taking a shit …
I remember, as a teenager, the fun of discovering music that shocked my parents to no end. Eminem’s Slim Shady LP was the first where I think my parents might have wished they could actually force me to not listen … though by that point it was a lost cause, as the Internet had fully taken over and all manner of music was suddenly available to me in Podunk, Indiana through the glory of Napster.
But to their credit, I don’t recall my parents actually blurting out the “it’s not even music!” line. Though I’m sure they frequently came mighty close.
I have to wonder what the next twenty years or so of popular music’s going to hold in store for my generation as we move into old age. I look forward to the day when I can hold up Rage Against The Machine’s “Killing In The Name” or Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” as examples of when music was music … “not like that crap you kids listen to!”
Regardless, I think this makes for perfect material for South Park to wind down the first half of Season 15, with the potential to reach “Fingerbang” or “Faith+1” levels of awesomeness.