What music means to children of the 90s and why Gen Z will never understand
Just tonight in the throws of settling my four and five-year-old children to bed, I did what most responsible parents do. I put on a few dubstep songs. There's nothing quite like a Skrillex song to settle young kids I find. After defusing the disapproving looks and comments from my darling wife, I wanted to start calming the mood for real, so I changed the beat to a bit of Chemical Brothers. Soon enough it was way past bed time and I started to search for something a bit more soothing. I'm not too sure why the next thing happened. You see, my brain sometimes likes to take me to places I haven't been to for a while, just to jog the memories, to reach deep deep down into the bucket and pull something out that reinvigorates my life and reminds me how awesome it was to be young. On this particular occasion we (my brain and I) went back to a time, in 1998, when I had some trouble getting to sleep for quite some time during my late adolescents. Nothing drastic, but it went o