I feel bad for GenX'ers that missed out on the 60s and 70s.

   jasonbourne52...Exactly, what is "the pinnacle of western civilization"? Everybody has their favorite musical style and others that come in as second, third, and so on. Classical music, as wonderful as it can be, is certainly not  the point the OP wished to express. Except for modern reproductions of "classical" music, where did those classics originate? From the west?
   I appreciate the sentiment the OP expressed. There are some great musical artists out there today but those from years gone by surely could provide today's younger listeners appreciation if they have not delved into the classics...not necessarily classical.

I feel sorry for them for a totally different reason. Egocentric children were deplored not encouraged. Consequently the number of egocentric children that developed into adults were few and far between, not in plague proportions as they are today.

How many do you know?

I'm sure those who lived during the hey-day of chamber music feel quite sorry for all of us.
In all seriousness, if you want us to admit that we missed out on something only an earlier generation could appreciate, then sure. Would it be great to have seen Zep live at peak power? Duh. . .of course.
When a GenX'er admits a shared appreciation of said bands, instead of 'bonding' over it or appreciating it together, the OP finds a way to yell 'get off my hill' as if there's a threat to some exclusivity. Maybe that wasn't the intent, but it came off rather condescending.
Should I have declined to see Buddy Guy live at the Keswick due to my generational alpha-denotation?

Oh well, thems the breaks. 🤷‍♂️

Those poor f-cks came along when girls dropped their panties without a 2nd thought. I feel no sympathy just jealousy.

From Motown to the British invasion from booze to boo, from don't question authority to questioning authority,  from crew cut to long hair from bras to boobs, tight pants to bell bottoms. Are you kidding me there was never a better time for music or for growing up period amen!
It's 1966 I'm 18 living in Jersey I go visit my bohemian cousin living in Greenwich Village dead set on taking my first legal drink I fly up her 4 story walk-up on Cornelia St. Susan I excitedly say let's go drinking she smiles and hands me my first joint ( Flemington flash grown on her friend's farm in Ringos NJ) and says try this instead. Wooo I put smokey, the temps, and the tops back in the wooden fruit crate and went and bought the Stones, Beatles etc.to play on my Dual TT with a cheap shure cartridge, and AR speakers. Timothy Leary's dead no, no, no, no he's outside looking in...