I realized I was old when Linkin Park became a band that everyone loved. Spare me another venture of white suburban rap over heavy bass-y guitar metal riffs. I realize that Chester Copperpot was a big influence over a generation that followed mine and it seems he had a terrible childhood and wrote some amazing poetry. Sure there are some neat effects, and unique sounds in the production of this album. But I witnessed, and even enjoyed RUN DMC / Aerosmith, Public Enemy / Anthrax and the Beasties, but when the popularity of 311 hit, I knew I wasn't the intended audience of the garbage that would follow. Chalk that up to age I suppose, but aside from reggae, this has to be my least favorite genre.