Get off my lawn!

Finally sorted out why I consider the music Kids These Days are listening to to be kind of, well, whiny and wussy. Our music -- well, my music -- is violent. You can sing it with your teeth bared; it sings better if your teeth are bared. They have no such corresponding violence. We snarl; they ask.

This will be very generational of me, but I wonder why they're not angry?

(brought to you by doing the dishes with Moist's Creature blaring, the letter H, and the support of viewers like you)