What the hell do white kids listen to?

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I passed a white teenager the other day and he was blasting some rap "music," the usual non-melodic grunting of monosyllabic rhymes to a beat-box and samples, and I felt bad for him.

I was thinking he will never hear his childhood tunes cited in movies in later years, there will be no oldies station jogging his memories, no demographically picked tracks comforting him decades later in some department store.

All he will have is an empty, toneless vacuum when his mass-produced talentless garbage disappears and no soundtrack of his youth. His memories will have no audio depth, no musical triggers.

Because no one is going to archive and market that garbage for posterity. "Another lost cause," I thought.

There has been, nor will there ever be, "Now that's what I call mutha fuckin gibberish!".