"Hope that stings like chlorine" -- Inventor of "lad lit" Nick Hornby gets his old man on in this wistful Times piece on the supposed "youthfulness" of rock music, and how it too can be wasted on the young. He also makes a subtle point about the great commercial divide in the biz today, with meaningless Brit(ney)-pop on the one hand and arty, critic-pleasing stuff on the other that nobody listens to (except Nick Hornby): "Maybe this split is inevitable in any medium where there is real money to be made." Indeed.

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