My dad has great taste in music. A teen in the mid- to late-60s, he had some great stuff to choose from. I grew up listening to the music he grew up listening to. CCW. Crosy, Stills, Nash and Young. The Doors. The Rolling Stones. Janice Joplin. Simon & Garfunkle. The list could go on and on and on.
My children have relatively undeveloped taste in music. They listen to what their friends listen to and, thankfully, dismiss most of it as annoying. We have had our share of Miley Cirus, Selena Gomez, The Beibs (though that didn't last very long).
Here we have a coming together of generations, a mash-up of epic proportions, a closing of the great generational divide.
Thank you, Jimmy Fallon. Thank you.