At my high school, there was a dividing line; you either loved the Dead, or couldn’t stand them. I think reality was probably a lot more muddled, but to your quote, a lot of people let music define them. Plus, it was the early 90s, and there were already enough weird orthodoxies as it was. A kid that liked hardcore also listened to “American Beauty?” Perish the thought!
It all seems so silly in hindsight, doesn’t it? Anymore, if something moves me (or makes me move), it counts as “good music.” And there’s a deadhead sticker on my car (not a Cadillac).
At my high school, there was a dividing line; you either loved the Dead, or couldn’t stand them. I think reality was probably a lot more muddled, but to your quote, a lot of people let music define them. Plus, it was the early 90s, and there were already enough weird orthodoxies as it was. A kid that liked hardcore also listened to “American Beauty?” Perish the thought!
It all seems so silly in hindsight, doesn’t it? Anymore, if something moves me (or makes me move), it counts as “good music.” And there’s a deadhead sticker on my car (not a Cadillac).