In six years of blogging, I sometimes write about Dad Rock, sometimes movies, and sometimes its just cathartic ramblings. I often wonder if this medium will hang around for a long time, like maybe someday my great grandkids can look back and be like, "that dude was crazy."
Putting that idea into perspective could be interesting. My kids were able to meet and hang out with their great grandparents. Would they have cared to read their weird thoughts, especially if it was in regards to pop culture and music?
Black Sabbath released their first L.P. in 1969. Let's say an adventurous 24 year old fell in love with dark undertones of the band and followed them through their career. Now, let's say that same year, he fathered a son.
1979, this same person could have very likely been into Judas Priest at age of 34. Meanwhile, his 10 year old could realistically like the same music his father turned him on to, and was minutes away from the next generation of Metallica.
1989. This father, now 44, and his son, now 20, both like Metal, and both share a passion for heavy, dark undertones. This same year, his son fathers his first grandson.
1999. The now Grandfather, 54, who is probably less concerned with trends in heavy music, takes his son, now 30, and his grandson, 10, to see Black Sabbath at Ozzfest during the Reunion Tour.
2017. The grandfather, now 73, his son, now 48, the grandson, now 28, go to see the Black Sabbath "The End" tour, marking the final time the original band will play live. It is entirely possible that the 28 year old has a child of his own, and it is also entirely possible that the child could fall in line with the music his Great Grandfather fell in love with 48 years earlier.
This is not my scenario, but it stands to prove that maybe, just maybe, someday my great-grandchildren may actually care about my ramblings? Probably not.
One other note: Heavy Metal is gonna be 50 in less that 2 years. Wow.
Nago.
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