Well, I can certainly see all the things in your list that apply to a large portion of the population and the structured, no understanding parts of changing culture, however, I believe im only guilty of Romanticizing about my youth.........
What the fuck is wrong with that? Sorry, I lost it there for a second...
I am an admirer of youth and kids thinking that dying there hair orange and purple is something new, haven’t been around very long...I remember going to sock hops and getting into trouble for that... I have no problem with ravers, old hippies, new hippies or anyone who is different than me.
Just because I find it a little funny or strange that kids enjoy listing to four or five persons without any talent, what so ever standing on stage and beating on a guitar, nothing that could be construed as music, and screaming something like, fuck you, fuck you yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fuck you fuck you yaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Not my kind of noise, but I guess one might pull a note or two out of it that can be said to actually be music. It is the social interaction that draws kids to be with other kids and if this is what is accepted as their music, than so be it. You might consider that our reasons for romanticizing about our youth and our music and founded in basic human survival.
Would I rather go to Burning Man and see Carlos Santana ripping great legible guitar licks out that tare deep into to soul. Yes...do I miss that and wish there were more bands that played music consisting of more than 4 chords...yes...
Do I think live music is better than computer generated techno stuff with a repetitive disco beat as its roots? Yes/// but this doesn’t mean I would deny others their personal choices. It doesn’t mean at all, that I can’t go to a party and dance all night or all week to techno stuff. Ill have a fucking blast...I just wont by the cd....
I wont criticize you or anyone for being who you are, whoever or whatever you are... things I have learned in my life are. Tolerance. As long as my humanity is not compromised.... Compassion, for those who are suffering from these worlds injustices.... understanding. That we are not all, cut from the same mold, and that diversity and individuality are our greatest strengths.
Don’t assume because we are older and have lived thru the raising of our kids. And watched them fall down as we did, that we are not good humans.... that we don’t have wisdom to offer...and that we cant or don’t except the difference between, the worlds people.
Do a little test...stand in front of a mirror and ask yourself if you remember who you were when you were, say 17... If you cant remember that person or if you do remember him or her but don’t remember what gave them there indivuality.them you have lost a bit of who you were... take that same situation.... your 35 now and standing in front of the mirror...your brain has developed and changed and what you have learned in your life has made you a different person, hopefully a better human.
And you try and remember that 17 year old angry, frustrated kid...but you cant because you have taken the energy from him and the anger from him and molded it into a rational thinking, fun loving, artistic guitar rippin Mo Fo that loves to go to Burning Man and plug in your amp and show the world who you are now.........
Now your 54, .fucking oldddddddddd man...and you wake up one morning and look into the mirror and say to yourself, , .what tha fuck happened...I have a pot belly, My hair is gray and I have no fucking idea who that guy is looking back at me... when this happens to you, and it is the face of inevitability, you will say to yourself....god I miss that great old techno music they use to have..
Remember that Sally? Sure hon.. Big hug...We used to party in the desert at Burning Man and consume all sorts of great zippers and stay up all night.... why can’t we go and do it again? Before we forget everything about that person in the mirror and what fun they had....
we may still have twenty years left before the age monster breaks our bodies so lets go do it Hon..........That old hippy and his old hippy wife will see you at BM in 04 and dance until our feet fall off or we get sleepy, which ever comes first...and we hope we can hang with you for a few hours one night and tell you the stories of Trading guitar licks with Taj Mahal in the green room.... Don’t deny us our great and sometimes painful memorie and we shall help welcome you to your future, Blessings, Bear

Bearsnest.... Be here now!