Toward the end of his life, my Dad, who was a country-western fan of sorts (had a guitar, could sing the old classics from the 30s and 40s), didn’t know any of the more recent country-western musicians, although he did see the Oakridge Boys at Penn’s Peak.
I find myself in the same situation. I own (and play) literally hundreds of albums from the 50s through the 90s, but it ends there. I never get the rappers clued in the New York Times crossword puzzles, and I can’t sing along with even one Taylor Swift song, although at least I am aware of who she is.
One problem is that unless you stream or download music, you really don’t hear it. It is not on the radio. You can find oldies there, and right-wing blowhards, and an all news station, but none of the stations play current hits. They come over your cell phone, which I don’t have.
Having heard of Bad Bunny and also having heard that he annoys Trump and also that he sings in Spanish, I had to check him out. I have never watched a Superbowl halftime show before, but I did tonight. I was entertained, and Bad Bunny seemed like a nice guy. I didn’t care for the music, but there is a rule about music. You must listen to a song at least five times before you make a decision on whether or not you like it.
Can I even get an album with a selection of Bad Bunny songs? Probably not.
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