Quote by Neil Young

All that stuff about heavy metal and hard rock, I don't subscribe to any of that. It's all just music. I mean, the heavy metal from the '70s sounds nothing like the stuff from the '80s, and that sounds nothing like the stuff from the '90s. Who's to say what is and isn't a certain type of music?

All that stuff about heavy metal and hard rock, I don't subs

Summary

This quote challenges the categorization and distinction often made in music genres, particularly in heavy metal and hard rock. The speaker dismisses the idea of subscribing to specific labels, arguing that music should not be confined or defined solely based on how it has been categorized in different eras. They suggest that the evolution and diversity within these genres make it difficult to determine what truly constitutes a certain type of music, emphasizing that it is all just music in the end.

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