As you went into in that deep post, Stranj - the next generation may be where it's at. Go out and have kids, guys. Somebody has to carry your box down the street when you're gone.
(watch for a coffin with a tape deck in "Customizations")
Seriously, though, while your kids may not carry on the "form" of what you're into - they may just carry the "essence." Whatever it is that the VU meter does for you when you watch it light up, they may get that same feeling. But they may not be watching a VU meter. (they may even be doing ballet - hey, it happened to Ronald Reagan with his son)
I think about how my dad was always into cars, and since we were always angry at each other I didn't let myself care about cars until he died. I'm sure he wanted to teach me how to paint them, to take care of them the way he did. He was just a dick about it.
One day, as I was putting the third coat of Mystique paint on a laserdisc player - it hit me that I wasn't all that different from my dad. In some good ways. And now I have a laserdisc player that looks metallic green from one side of the room, and fades into metallic purple as you walk across the room.