"Mom, this is listening music. Not dance music. Who dances to Coldplay?" [insert long-suffering teenage eyebrows here] And I was crushed. Not only did she not enjoy my music, my people, she thought it was less than her Marvin Gaye, her Beach Boys, and whatever else she "shook it" to in college.
Since then, I have only fallen more in love with listening music. The dance music of my generation is a little bump-and-grind-y for my taste, so I am left with cool, chill tones like Agnes Obel (whom I just discovered and I love dearly):