- Olivia Hemaratanatorn
These days my relationship with rock music consists largely of two phases. First, there are periods where I complain at length about the way rock has become terminally obsessed with picking over its own past for recyclables. It seems to have given up on staying with the cutting edge and maintaining the vitality that comes with constant innovation, yielding them to rap music, EDM, and pop—and in the process basically committing itself to a future on the margins of pop culture. Then, there are periods where I listen to a lot of rock music. I hear that this sort of vacillation between bitching about the worst qualities of the partner you’ve chosen for life and then embracing that partner for some of those very same qualities is common in 30-year-plus marriages.