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I have no idea whether or no I would like Nickelback. A large part of my taste in popular music is stuck in the late '60s and the '70s: sunshine pop, psychedelia, and "progressive" rock, plus jazz of the Coltrane/Davis variety, so I mostly listen to music I own rather than the radio, and have no real idea of what those kids (who, seriously, should keep off my lawn except for I don't have one) are listening to these days. Except rap. I know about rap, I hear its massive beats coming from cars with speakers so powerful that I do not understand how they don't vaporize the driver's head; I mean I have been at Grateful Dead concerts that weren't that loud. One of my favorite Zen moments -- twenty or thirty years ago, I saw a car with one of those sound systems driving through Oakland, with windows open, and conservative talk radio blaring...
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I have no idea whether or no I would like Nickelback. A large part of my taste in popular music is stuck in the late '60s and the '70s: sunshine pop, psychedelia, and "progressive" rock, plus jazz of the Coltrane/Davis variety, so I mostly listen to music I own rather than the radio, and have no real idea of what those kids (who, seriously, should keep off my lawn except for I don't have one) are listening to these days. Except rap. I know about rap, I hear its massive beats coming from cars with speakers so powerful that I do not understand how they don't vaporize the driver's head; I mean I have been at Grateful Dead concerts that weren't that loud. One of my favorite Zen moments -- twenty or thirty years ago, I saw a car with one of those sound systems driving through Oakland, with windows open, and conservative talk radio blaring...