If you’re under 25 years old — or an immature 30-plus — I’m about to set your ass straight.

So, listen up.

**Your music is fucking garbage.**

There, I said it.

Mindless crap.  Eardrum-bursting, dagger-in-the-eyes, ass-bagging, blow your fucking brains out — unadulterated dog shit.  That pretty much sums up the type of music that’s popular with today’s young people.

Listen, you stupid sons of bitches.  I’m talking at you.  I’m your elder.  My opinion demands respect.

Your music hasn’t got life.  It’s fucking dead.  Your music is void of humanity.  It’s as fake as a porn queen’s orgasm.  There’s no soul.  It’s tripe.  It’s a carp in the sea of music.  The stuff you listen to was created by fucking machines.

Today’s “artists” — there’s an oxymoron — don’t even need to know how to play musical instruments or sing.  In other words, no fucking talent whatsoever is needed to succeed today in music.  You heard me.  *No.  Talent.  Whatsoever.*

And, I’m fucking sick of it because the current generation is taking the gold we gave you and dragging it into a sewer.

Listen up, you little pricks.  I’m not stuck in some kind of classic rock time warp.  Fact is, I expose myself to many different kinds of music.  I give *all music* a chance.  Even the techno-trash littering the modern music scene is something I’ve tried to digest, which I found to be like choking down a plate of raw oysters laced with salmonella.

It would be nice to enjoy fresh musical acts.  I want to hear new songs.  I like some young people, especially when they get my order right.  But real music is written and performed by *humans*, not a fucking computer program linked up to a laser show.