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Friday, February 22, 2013

How to Talk to Your Children About Grindcore



So the wife and I will be bringing a Lil Grinder home in a few weeks. If posting suddenly takes a nosedive, now you'll know why. We've been spending all our free time assembling baby furniture (I have a truly impressive collection of allen wrenches now), rearranging our finances and generally doing all that responsible first time parent shit. But there are more important, more pressing troubles now facing us that could potentially shatter our marriage and impede the kid's growth.
How do you talk to your kid about grindcore?
Should I go the chronological route? Start them off with Siege, work up through Scum? Will they react the same way I did or just roll their eyes at music that's decades old?
How about dive straight into the deep end with The Inalienable Dreamless? Or is that something you have to work up to?
Maybe I should ease them in with punk and then wean them over with stuff that vaguely resembles traditional song structure like Nasum or more recent Pig Destroyer (NOT Book Burner).
Can a kid be suspended for singing "Cheerleader Corpses" at the school talent show?
Do Insect Warfare make onesies?
These are the kinds of things I have to consider now. I'm responsible for a little person's all import musical development. This is a heavy responsibility. Otherwise my kid could grow up to get heartagram tattoos and listen to Disturbed like their uncle. Ewwwwwww. You only get one chance to raise kids right.
If anybody has good advice on making sure your kids grow up with good musical taste, I'm all ears.
I'm preparing as best I can. At least I know I'll have the most bad ass diaper bag in the daddy play group.

My patch obsession is almost as bad as my sticker obsession.