It is a blessing to have been born a 90s kid. I grew up in the height of MTV's success, when music was largely accepted as a lifestyle and not just a form of art. I've had the Walkman, and still remember the day I bought my first (and only) mp3 player. No cassette, no disc, all technology.
The spectrum of our experiences is a vast one, no doubt. And with music, we've seen some real changes. Gone are the days of "underground" music we enjoyed as teenagers. Our kind was attracted by sparsely lit warehouses and halls, baggy denims and black tees, the smell from the smoke machine, and flash photography on VGA cameras. Our music came out on mixed albums. Artists you've never heard of; artists probably your fourth cousin or that senior at school.
And now we live in the age of singles and EPs and digital albums. New genres and sub-genres. I don't complain, however.
Music is the food of my generation, so I play on.