You need to know what makes artists tick. Having been through the process myself as a musician, since I was an early teen, gave me an advantage – understanding them from their point of view, because it’s about them, it’s not about you – it’s their vision and what they’re capable of achieving, and you’re the conduit.
I fell in love with Erica Kane the summer before my freshman year of high school. Like all red-blooded teen American boys, I’d come home from water polo practice and eat a box of Entenmann’s Pop’Ems donut holes in front of the TV while obsessively fawning over ‘All My Children’ and Erica, her clothes, and her narcissistic attitude.
When I started out as a music journalist, at the end of the 1980s, it was generally assumed that we were living through the lamest music era the world would ever see. But those were also the years when hip-hop exploded, beatbox disco soared, indie rock took off, and new wave invented a language of teen angst.
If we as a nation are to break the cycle of poverty, crime and the growing underclass of young people ill equipped to be productive citizens, we need to not only implement effective programs to prevent teen pregnancy, but we must also help those who have already given birth so that they become effective, nurturing, bonding parents.