My dad stopped buying vinyl after my mom burped me out the babeslot. There wasn't much of a need to purchase shit your kids might potentially snap in half while playing topless toddler frisbee.
Marijuana and music were the main things I took away from my teenage years, and besides teenage girls, were my only interests until I got out of college.
1996: In high school, I was in a band where the bass player was a what I would like to consider a super-fan of the band Tool. We used to sit in his car in front of the house where we rehearsed and listen to Aenema on repeat really fucking loud.
Having kids changes what you listen to because at their young age we can't instill our taste upon them. In the car they want to listen to their top 40 tunes; not the new Destroyer album I just grabbed.
I'm very glad we've decided to bring back our columns again. "Music Ruined My Life", "Love, Dad" both factored heavily in me falling in love with Syffal. It was their unabated brutal honesty. It was their irreverence.