Good old days?

Almost everyone reflects fondly on the music from their youth. This is our brain purposely using tunnel vision to distort our perceptions. I often think fondly back on the 1990s and bands like Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Pavement, Rage Against the Machine, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre and so forth. This was my soundtrack of my formidable years.
But then I remember the not-so-great music that dominated the airwaves.
I recall the awful wannabe grunge bands that followed after the Seattle music scene exploded. Every singer wore flannel and had the dopey “Kurt Cobain” hairstyles, but lacked the talent (I’m talking to you, Silverchair).
There was the onslaught of boy bands like N*SYNC, Backstreet Boys and all the other cookie- cutter, manufactured groups whose hits made my ears bleed.
Remember how awesome Aqua’s hit, “Barbie Girl” was? Yeah, me neither.
For every Social Distortion, 15 Brittney-Christina-Jessica clones came about, fouling the airwaves with their plastic beats and their banshee screams they called “singing.”
I cringed when I heard of a Limp Bizkit reunion. There was a group that shouldn’t have united in the first place.
I get depressed knowing the top hit albums when I graduated high school were rap/metal bands that used seven-stringed guitars only to play power chords and refused to solo.
These were bands that used Pro Tools (a music program that fixes any musical errors) and still sounded awful. It’s like singers using AutoTune today so their singing resembled robots trapped in a well.
So now I look back and see that for what quality music I got, I was lucky to get it in that sea of terrible bands making terrible music. This seems to be true about every generation.