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Sometimes...dead is better.

Music

No New Music For Me After The Age of 33.

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When was the last time you listened to a new song or new music? If you’re past the age of thirty-three, research suggests it’s probably been a little while.

Now that I’m in my fifties, I’ve noticed that the music I loved as a teenager and even in the first half of my twenties means more to me than ever.

Bad Dream

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Regular Gen-X Nothing reader, Amy, sends me a link to this song, “Bad Dream,” and postulates the following: “Doesn’t this sound like it came from the early 80s?” Usually, I don’t listen to much new music. It’s mostly garbage. Seriously. Anyone who gets off performing about their “Wet Ass Pussy” must die a slow, painful death. Don’t get...

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Kev

I am Generation X.

I was born in 1971 and am a resident of Westminster, Maryland. Sarcasm is my first language. I am caustic, politically incorrect, and fiercely opinionated. I have no filter, and I don't do 'woke.' My pronouns are 'fuck around/find out.' I don't care about your truth or your feelings, if you're offended, or what anyone thinks about me.

Because of this, I have been accused of being a narcissist, a sociopath, and I don't care.

I have been playing piano since I was seven, writing novels since I was eleven, and computer programs since I was twenty-four. In recent years, I have been dabbling in photography and cinematography. Now I'm doing this blog not only to write my memoirs, but to rant about shit that bothers me because that's what I do. I don't censor, but I might tell you to fuck off if you annoy me. Which you probably will. Most people do.

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