Listen To Your Teen’s Music No Matter How Sh*tty It Is

When I drive my son anywhere we have a deal. We listen to my music on the way there and his on the way back.

I’ve now reached the age where I don’t understand a lot of today’s music and I suspect I’m only a few mere years away from shaking my fist in the air while loudly proclaiming, ‘You kids, get off my lawn’.

In a vehicle we are literally a captive audience, belted in with no place to go. In this slightly torturous position the boys have learned the lyrics to Sweet Caroline (ba ba bum), have become a small town girl in a lonely world, and learned the story of the Lola, with yellow feathers in her hair and her dress cut down to there.

Let us not forget our family singalong to Bohemian Rapsody.

But turnaround is fair play.  Which is how I came to learn of Lil Pump, or, as I like to call him,  the world’s worst role model.

Lil Pump, aka, Gazzy Garcia, was kicked out of school in Grade 10 and became a rapper on SoundCloud, in fact, a very successful rapper. He also likes to post videos of himself doing a ridiculous amount of drugs.

Which is how I came to be driving on the highway listening to a song whose entire lyrics consisted of this.

100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (what?)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (brr)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (ooh)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose

The general population seems to think teenagers have the market on eye rolls but they clearly haven’t encountered a mother who has had to listen to Gazzy.

But I’m grateful for Lil Pump because it got us talking about (a) how he isn’t someone that should be looked up to and will probably be dead before he hits 30 because of all the drugs he does and (b) how someone can be that successful with song lyrics that consist of two lines and a few sound effects.


I told my son I was going to become a rap star and my song would be Thousand on my wrist, 800 on my wrist. Brrr. D Rosé, D Rosé, D Rosé, D Rosé.

Then continued to sing that for a portion of the ride home.

His eyerolls at least came with a little laugh.

And yes, I had to ask what D Rose meant (it stands for Derrick Rose, a basketball player. This probably won’t ever end up on a Trival Pursuit card).

However, I did learn new things about my son through his music, and came to like a few new songs and artists myself including Post Malone.

I also learned that many of the teens nowadays don’t find the music they like on the radio, or Top 40 lists. It’s through YouTube and SoundCloud, and there’s a portion of it that’s quite shocking.

Which brings me to this: don’t just listen to their music, really LISTEN to the lyrics. Find out why they like the songs, the artists, the lifestyle.

In April 2017 the song 1-800-273-8255 was released by rapper, Logic. The title of the song is the phone number for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, and in the three weeks following the release of the single, calls to the line rose by 27% while visits to the website rose by 100,000 over the following months.

It was on my son’s playlist and a simple remark about how I liked it ended up sparking a very in-depth conversation about suicide.

You may have to listen to a lot of sh*tty music, but listen anyway.

The conversations you can have with your kids will be very real.


One thought on “Listen To Your Teen’s Music No Matter How Sh*tty It Is

  1. And here I thought it was going to be the Lola who gets what she wants, and little man little Lola wants you, make up your mind to have, no regrets, recline yourself, resign yourself, you’re through.

    Oh yeah, class all the way. Here’s the link. Not sure who this other Lola you mention is, sounds like a Lola come lately to me.

    I once had a bike spin class instructor that was also a phys ed teacher to high school kids. She never had trouble with the boys because she could kick their ass any time it was needed. Anyways, she had ‘her kids’ make up the mix tapes for spin class, and OMG was most of it terrible. But watching her dance on her bike to Tetris by DaCav5 was fun. I actually like it. There were a few other songs I liked. But one session we were talking about music, and I’d never heard of any of it. I ended up liking Bad Romance. This was after Lady Gaga was no longer a thing, and I had never heard it, or of her.

    A couple of my buddies sell Monat hair products. They were mentioning listening to a sat radio station called Hair Nation. Of course I asked if they played The Cowsills. None of them got it. Kids these days.

    Yes, my friends deplore my musical taste. Yes, I have nearly run out of my house to shout “hey you kids get off of my lawn!” I came that close.


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