A recent conversation in the car between yours truly and our son Nick, who's 11.
The radio was playing the languid opening bars of Wish You Were Here.
Me: That's Pink Floyd.
Nick: That's Pink Floyd? Oh ... I've heard of them.
Me: Yeah, I play lots of their songs. (I name a few.)
Nick: (Listening.) Hmm. Not bad. (Beat) I still prefer Arctic Monkeys, though.
I had dropped some Arctic Monkeys into a playlist for the kid, but I didn't expect to have that kind of effect.
We'll check in with the boy when he's about, hmmm, 15. That should do the trick. At that age, I was playing The Wall end to end.
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