Given the volume at which I listen to music, I will be completely deaf in 20 years.
And you know, I’m perfectly okay with that.
I mean, even now, music at large pretty much sucks a big fat load o’ balls. Sure, if you’re lucky you might stumble onto that 2% of good, honest music still being created. Sure, there’s still some good deals out there. The problem is it’s like bobbing for apples in a industrial vat full of diarrhea.
No one is gonna say with reverence that they remember the first time they heard Cobra Starship or when they got their hands on their first (insert reference to random American/Australian/Somalian Idol winner) album. No. And if you do, you don’t deserve to reproduce. Fuckit, people like you need to be disposed of. Possibly painfully.
If in 20 years I’ve got the option to listen to a homeless man - who is 98% Starbucks sponsored beard - bang his dick on the side of an abandoned car & wail about birds or waste precious seconds of my life hearing a barely legal blonde dipshit autotune her way across 3 minutes and pretend that she actually gives a damn about music - or indeed, anything other than the next cash dripping, record company sanctioned cock that’s shoved in her face - I’ll gladly say sayonara to the world of sound.
Besides I heard sign language is gonna be big next season.