I think that the reason the youngsters may have given up singing is that most of them couldn't carry a tune if you handed it to them in a bucket.

Have you heard the stuff they listen to? Where's the melody?

From days of yore, partially remembered
Stick a needle in my eye,
Beat me, hurt me, make me cry,
Masochistic needs within,
Love to feel that burning skin,
When I was young and had no sense,
I tore my balls on a barbed wire fence,
The pain it made me scream and shout,
Went to ground and tore them out
Four hours lying in the mud,
Almost died from loss of blood.......
And that point Old Age and Aluminum catch up, perhaps if MCpls Rankine or Bonneville, or any other old CH types of a certain vintage are monitoring these means they could fill in the rest.
Cheers.
