I always assumed that my generation would outgrow gangster rap and start listening to Jim Croche and Kenny Loggins at some point. The idea of us listening to the same music as we age is somehow troubling. Once in awhile I'll worry that my friend Chrissy is going to still be bumping N.W.A. in her Corolla when driving her grandkids around in 25 years. Well, I guess she wouldn't still have the Corolla. I suppose that rap and speed metal will sound tame compared to whatever kids are listening to in 25 years, but that's somehow not a relief at all.
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