CSN & Nirvana

I remember Generation X.  We didn't have the Internet or Facebook, but we hand-held 8-bit portable gaming devices (Game Boys & Game Gears), cassette players, CD Walkmans that skipped each time you hit a bump in the car, and disposable 35mm cameras.  This was lighting speed - a wealth of information all at once.  This was the time to grow up.  

I didn't really follow the crowd when it came to Nirvana.  Boys loved the band, associated themselves with it, which encompassed an entire generation following the grunge movement in the 90's.  I didn't get it.  I always found it to be a rich white cultural thing - white dudes angry at their state of normalcy.  'Someone really understands me by screaming into the microphone'.  Awesome.  Whatever.  At least that's what I thought at the time.  I listen to it now and think differently - I recognize that it spoke to the time, and transcended itself into a movement that altered thinking by that important slight degree.  I also recognize that each generation is no different than the next, because this is how kids must have felt when they heard Crosby, Stills & Nash's album of the same name.  Time only translates them differently.

Suite Judy Blue Eyes - CSN
Rape Me - Nirvana