But then they couldn't have had rap and hip hop in the show.
I love most kinds of music, from rock to jazz to classical, but I have yet to understand the appeal of this crap. About 25 years ago, I was walking next to Trinity Church, in the Wall Street area of NYC. I saw a young Black kid carrying a boom box (on his shoulder) that was the size of an aircraft carrier. The noise emanating from this device was peculiarly obnoxious. It consisted of a monotonous bass line, repeated ad nauseum, and a male voice talking ("rapping") over the bass, discussing his various sexual adventures. Apparently, this must be played loud enough to rattle nearby windows in order to achieve the proper effect. I wandered up to my office, shaking my head, and describing this new fad. I predicted a life expectancy for the genre of three to five weeks. Fortunately, I did a little bit better with my prognosticating as a stock trader.