We know we’re getting old when even Newsweek knows more about contemporary music then we do. Or, to put it another way, something was happening there, and we didn’t know what it was.
What brought on this generational moue? The death of rapper L’il Peep, whose existence we were innocent of until this moment. He was 21, and if Pitchfork can be believed, the “future of emo” (Whether emo, or punk with all the joy squeezed out, is deserving of a future is a discussion for another time.)
Here’s a song from his most recent album, Come Over When Your Sober, “Better Off (Dying),” which has the now awful, prescient line “Even if we try hard/I ain’t gonna make it.” It’s the kind of line that could have been shrugged off as adolescent posturing a day ago, but now sounds like a depressed person’s call for help.