Well, you know, folks don't have a RESPONSIBILITY - as far as music is concerned - to do anything but listen to what they want to listen to. We can pooh-pooh what other people listen to, if we want to. We can consider their musical tastes to be no better than a worm's, if we want to. And we can feel unutterably sorry for them, if we want to.

But, in the end, it's their business. Why on earth should we, of an older generation, give a hot damn about what the current crop of teens like in the way of music? Let them get on with it and let's not be pejorative. How they grow and when they grow doesn't concern us.

When I was 12 (in 1956), "Heartbreak Hotel" and "Rock Around The Clock" hit me like a bolt from heaven. Since then I've listened to, and played, a vast quantity of music in all manner of styles and from all manner of genres. But, last Sunday evening, at an acoustic singaround in my local pub, I was suddenly bitten with the urge to blast out "Heartbreak Hotel" at full volume - key of E. It brought the pub to a temporary standstill for about 5 seconds - until everyone else joined in and two women in the corner started a slow jive. So - you never know, do you...?