While currently and across all Popular media - we hear mostly stuff created in haste for a market with a pathologically high tolerance for noise (with a beat - that's the main section; the cadence) and a low recognition level for the subtlety of such ideas as dynamic range and, actual musical talent.

But I think you're right about much of the motivation across the ages, too: One must slay one's parents at least metaphorically as a sign of grudgingly accepting the need to fuck things up next - all on 'your own'.

What other motive could account for tuning-out / intentionally dissing (!) Mozart, say [might as well piss on a bust of Galileo while at it] ? and wearing grotesque 'pants' intended to look as if made to order for a Hippo with pellagra except .. to adopt the uniform of one's current flock? In the name of Induh-vid-you-al-ity!

(Of course too.. the irony is ever missed that - conforming to the latest kewl peer-uniform is as intricately demanding as is, the placement of epaulets on the other uniforms. Ditto language: what's the penalty for mis-peling in Haxor?)

Hey.. it's a *play* ! Not a mystery.


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