Life in music-Part 1

I was born on a Monday, so I should have been set for some new music the next day. Unfortunately, the music industry back then was very different from today. Without the magic of the internet, a very small number of bands made most of the music and earned crazy money, so much that the popular genre of the time became known as "glam rock." The bottom line is that even though your typical successful band would put out more albums than today, fewer albums came out.
What happened on the second day of my life would be unimaginable today: no new albums came out. In fact, no new albums would come out until after the New Year, and they are mostly forgotten today. While I quietly shat myself, America tuned in to the likes of MC Hammer, and that was before "U Can't Touch This." Behind the scenes, Hair Metal died, Grunge was born, Rap got angry, and John Tesh refused to go away.
I remember very clearly my first experience with grownup music, I was in the car with my mom and Rumours was in the cassette player. I'm told I enjoyed Revolver as an infant, and that sounds like me, but as far as I can remember and as far as it matters, my exposure to rock music began with Fleetwood Mac's angry album. While my Mom listened to Nirvana and Pearl Jam, my Dad and I still listened to the classics. He and I still prefer happier music than Mom; I have accused her in the past of being Emo.
Unfortunately, my dad now assumes that everything I listen to is by Smash Mouth, the most popular band among white nine-year-olds and Gatorade executives. For him it is forever 1977.
When I was first introduced to to popular music, it couldn't have come at a worse time. It was 2000, rock was dying yet again, and the music industry was buying time with boy bands and lip-synchers. And I reveled in them. I would like to apologize. Neither Jenna nor I had a good grounding in the music of the 90's and could only wait.
Less than a year later, the Strokes released their first album. Along with The Hives, The White Stripes, and The Vines, they were heralded as the saviors of rock. Many will say this was just an invention of the biz, but in 2001, there was a definite feeling that the national nightmare was over.