"This music is garbage. They aren't even using real instruments," my mom said. It was 1994, and I was happy that my favorite song at the time --
"The Sign" by Ace of Base -- was on the radio. She would try to expose me to the music that she liked, which was all good music: Stevie Wonder, the Moody Blues, Pink Floyd.
All that music I love today, but I wasn't open to it then, because I already resented her for hating on my music. I felt stupid, and so I vowed to never hate on the music of the younger
generation, even if I didn't understand it.