As far a worthless subjects to write about go, writing about music gets a 10/10. See first of all, music critique seems to be one of the largest wastes of bandwidth to me, because people should not really care what other people think about music, because listening to music is a solitary experience. But although writing about music is worthless, it is exactly what I'm going to do, because no one will read it anyway. My concern currently is the sad story of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Although I do enjoy their current music to some degree, I just isn't the same as it was pre-1991: the year when Flea (the crazy bassist) toned it down. To start this off, I should explain my background. I have played the bass guitar for about four years now , with Funk and Jazz as my primary areas of study. What I listen to on the other hand is anything from Classic Rock to modern Progressive Metal. Yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, I started playing to early Chili Pep albums from my parents crazy 90's years to learn the slap style (hitting the bottom two strings with your thumb, and flicking the top two against the fretboard with your fingers. Now Flea plays differently than other slap bassists.