I was a poor kid. It was a disappointment to grow up and realize there really weren't families like on The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet (1952). That in middle-class families, the guy went off to the bar and got drunk and smashed up the car just like in poor families.
I think rock will last; it's proved its legs. But how the performers will be remembered, that's another thing.
I'm just trying to keep things simple, and just be a little more offhand and not get so deep into things. Enjoy what you got right now, because who knows what's going to happen tomorrow.