{"id":4323,"date":"2018-03-29T16:42:26","date_gmt":"2018-03-29T14:42:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=4323"},"modified":"2020-02-03T15:48:48","modified_gmt":"2020-02-03T14:48:48","slug":"4323","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=4323","title":{"rendered":"No Room for Music"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/the-stones.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4324 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/the-stones-300x223.jpg?resize=300%2C223&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"223\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/the-stones.jpg?resize=300%2C223&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/the-stones.jpg?resize=768%2C570&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/the-stones.jpg?w=900&amp;ssl=1 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>I dropped it into the conversation. &#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m going to see The Stones in July.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There were four students in the room and they all squinted. Never a good sign.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The&#8230;Rolling Stones.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Squints narrow.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then one of them said this: &#8220;Oh yeah, my grandfather loves them. But I think they&#8217;re kind of lame.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I repeat: My grandfather loves them.<\/p>\n<p>I repeat: I think they&#8217;re kind of lame.<\/p>\n<p>Grandfather.<\/p>\n<p>Lame.<\/p>\n<p>I have heard old people say things about remembering exactly what they were doing when President Kennedy&#8217;s assassination was announced by Walter Kronkite.This was like that, but with a Slovak accent. I had never before actually heard blood pound through my ears and I found the whole experience rather painful and sad.<\/p>\n<p>Two of them have admitted to liking the music of Justin Bieber. I was not going to go down easily in the face of that truth and so I instantly leapt to the defense of my choice. &#8220;Oh come on people! They&#8217;re such a great band.&#8221; They stared at me. &#8220;Sympathy for the Devil?&#8221; They stared. &#8220;Beggar&#8217;s Banquet?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>They<\/p>\n<p>Stared<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->I opened my mouth to speak again but clapped it shut. They hadn&#8217;t retorted at all. There was no agreement nor was there banter. They were just staring at me, the way I stare at people when I feel to bad for them to argue with them. I half expected one of them to come take me by the elbow and sit me in a chair and call some paramedics. But they didn&#8217;t. Instead, I went on with the lesson.<\/p>\n<p>This isn&#8217;t the first time it has been suggested that I am old. And, to be honest, I really don&#8217;t mind it. I am not one who wants to be hip, cool, in the in crowd, or fashionable. This is probably because at no time in my life have I been hip, cool, in the in crowd, or fashionable. I think I was on the list to be in the in crowd once in college, but someone obviously blackballed me and I didn&#8217;t get in. No, old ain&#8217;t the problem.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the fact that they don&#8217;t like my music. Although, admittedly, this has been a historic scenario for me. In a time when my friends were listening to class rock like The Doors and Pink Floyd, I liked what my parents listened to &#8211; comedians like Steve Martin, Doo Wop like Dion and the Belmonts, and musicals. I was not on a lot of party lists. While I was working at the university garage, my coworker, a large Yinzer who found very little use in beating around the bush, invited me to bring in a tape for our garage radio. I brought in a Harry Chapin tape.<\/p>\n<p>My anxiety developed as did my coworker&#8217;s eye rolls and scoffs. Finally he said, &#8220;Man, you have to take this tape out. I&#8217;m about to kill myself.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry,&#8221; he said, in a rare show of concern for my feelings. Then he asked &#8220;How did this guy die again?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He was decapitated in a car accident.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He somewhat neutralized his apology by adding, &#8220;I think he was listening to his own music and drove off the road.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I never brought in another tape, though he consistently invited me to.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not a hipster, so I want people to like my music I suppose. If I am excited about it, I want others to be excited about it too. this goes extra for when it&#8217;s in class, since the students are paying for a class and I want it to be worthwhile and enjoyable. Thus I have fidgeted through student watching movies I have brought in, reading articles I&#8217;ve found, and songs I am playing for them. I think next week I&#8217;ll bring in <em>Beggar&#8217;s Banquet<\/em>. 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