Turn that hippy crap off! A lesson in accepting different tastes
A few weeks ago, I was driving with my cousin, listening to quite possibly the greatest road band ever, Umphrey's McGee. I had the sound turned up on a song that is near and dear to me for its out-of-this-world guitar fingering, its rock danceability and its outstanding work at perfecting nonlyrical expressiveness. My cousin saw otherwise. "Will you turn that crap down? It sounds like dying pirates!" she exclaimed.

