There are elements of my parents’ and grandparents’ lives that I am NEVER going to be able to adequately explain to my kids. Hell, I only dimly grasp some of those elements myself. But for my children, it’d be a whole different tribe. An incomprehensible one.
…Which was apparently what my parents and grandparents had in mind all along.
Really, a lot of this kind of music only makes full sense if you’re half drunk and not disinclined to mix it up with people, if necessary. Two conditions that are not unknown among my ancestral people.