Obviously, there will be times in his life when the things he likes don’t mesh with the things I like, and times in his life where he gets heavily into some things that he’ll later regret. Which is fine; happens to all of us. I remember when you were really into Kula Shaker.
But there’s some stuff out there that I just can’t abide…
Some stuff that requires more commitment than just typical consumerism. It requires a level of submersion that, in some specific cases, is at best misguided and at worst rather unsettling.
I give you the Juggalos.
Being a Juggalo isn’t just about liking the Insane Clown Posse’s terrible, terrible music or painting your face like a blind KISS fan. It’s a whole lifestyle, complete with its own beverage and its own festival, called The Gathering, which is kind of like Studio 54, only if the studio were outside in a post-apocalyptic hellhole where the only currencies are misogyny and being really depressing.
While most of the content of their songs is a) unlistenable and b) pointlessly violent, profane and stupid, once he’s old enough, I’ll probably show him something like the video below. He’ll be sophisticated enough by then (read: when he’s five) to laugh and laugh at what will hopefully be a long-lost relic of early 21st century absurdity.
But make no mistake about it, as disgusting – and disgustingly untalented – as the Insane Clown Posse are, this song and video are beautiful, beautiful things to behold. Because it’s true: music IS all magic. You can’t even HOLD it!