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Millennials who grew up in the suburbs circa 2004 actively repress their musical heritage more than any other generation I know of. Boomers fifty years ago had the Rolling Stones and Beatles. In fact, the olds have canonized their youthful musical preferences into G.O.A.T. lists and gaudy museums. Did they also listen to a lot of embarrassing music they don’t tell us about? Has it been conveniently lost to the wastes of time? Or perhaps the whole mechanism of cultural authority requires the pure will and bad faith to tell future generations “Things were good then.” Millennials are too self-effacing for that. Regardless of cultural relativism, though, it’s hard to make a case for early-aughts “emo” pop-punk of Avril Lavigne and Good Charlotte– it just kinda sucks.

I’m talking about Hot Topic stores and nasally three-chord anthems complaining about parents. Summers of puppy-love MySpace romances that ended in disappointment and left you wondering why nobody cares about you. In a historical irony not without precedent, a (temporarily) very privileged generation couldn’t se

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