Sometimes an old song you liked by haven heard in many years comes up on some radio station you happen to be listening to, and you bask in nostalgia. Some times this happens, and you cringe and wish you could travel back in time and beat the tar out of your younger idiot self.

I just heard Mother today. What a vile instance of self-righteous, victimhood! I can’t figure out how I managed to resist vomiting when I first heard this song, and how I could like it is an eternal mystery.

I can only hope that I just didn’t think about it because I liked other songs in the concept album–having to do with drafting young fathers and getting them killed, or public school, rather than about blaming one’s mother for one’s own giant deficiencies.

But it wasn’t just me. A whole generation imbibed this stuff. What were we thinking? Worse, what were we becoming?