I do try to listen to that infernal racket to which youngsters appear to listen with pleasure, and much of it fills me with the violent urge to shut the twerpy motherfucker up. The line in the subject drove me nuts this morning on the drive to work. On the way back, I heard something with some tasty bass and rhythm, and then some whiny git had to go and open his mouth.
Is it just me?
Gonna go listen to my 8-track now.