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Chance the Rapper, 3 Teens, & the Turnpike

My wife & I had the h😳n😫r of taking my oldest and two friends to a week long summer camp in Pennsylvania. We were driving the Turnpike from the Boogie Down, New York after dropping my youngest to his grandmother's for a week. It felt like I had been driving all day; we drove from Maryland to Pennsylvania to pick up our youngest from camp. From there we drove 
The Turnpike to New York to drop him off, saw family, got a pie (pizza) and then headed back on the Turnpike with its escalating tolls to Pennsylvania. I was pathetically busted after all the driving. The sun has gone down and we had to head back to PA. Did I say I was busted? Well, these three energetic boys ensured that I wouldn't go to sleep. 

I'm flipping through stations trying to find some decent music that all of us could listen to. A song here and a song there popped up, but nothing consistent. Then my oldest says, "Dad, can I put on my music?" WARNING! DANGER! DANGER! WARNING! Loud, blaring music with pointless content being prepared for sound distribution. Granted, he doesn't listen to a whole lot of trash music, but...

So I plug his phone up, which seems to have about 4,276 songs on it. And Chance the Rapper comes on. Yes, that name is correct. I have yet to figure out WHAT he talks about in his music, although at times it's hilarious.  And the boys start groovin (wait, groovin is too mild- let's try unrestrained motion dancing 😕) in the back seat. My car was shaking back and forth as their bobbing not just their heads, but bodies, completely jacking up my average mpg's. And the boys begin to sing and rap with the music.  They sounded like some old drunkards who had too much (not alcohol) Kool-Aid singing lyrics to his music. This lasted for about an hour. An HOUR! My wife told me she got a headache. I began anticipating a moment of silence just to hear that little ring in the back of your head when it goes from excruciating noise to nothing. That ring never came. They were having a blast while I was helpless and in a way, hopeless. 

Who am I kidding? I think a lot of the music my boys listen to is crazy just like my parents thought mine (and yours) was senseless. It probably was the same case with their parents. I can remember conversations from my dad about how he thought rap music was some trash when it was just starting to become popular (did I age myself right there?). I just need to know what they listen to, try to keep in step with it, and keep it moving. 

I'm listening to their music with NOS...

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