I'm not going to argue about musical taste.
Oh I don't argue either, sure I'll aggravate and bust balls but it's all in good fun. Hell, I've got a couple of Andy Gibb songs on one of my best workout tapes -- and BAH GAWD if any of you suck-wads say anything bad about Andy I'll theoretically try to theoretically kick your asses.
Andy Friggin Gibb. There, I said it and GD it I meant it -- and his brothers weren't bad either. BTW, does anybody else find it ironic that their best-known hit is Stayin Alive and yet, in the past few years, they've been droppin like flies?
Man my musical tastes are all over the map and pedestrian as hell. But that's the magical, mystical thing about music -- different vibes move different people in different ways. No right, no wrong, just enjoy. It's like a wise man, good friend and D-League stalwart (hat tip to the Will-meister) once said in another thread (paraphrasing), "aren't humans interesting? One man sees a skank while another man sees a potential wife." Truth.
I've got a book that attempts to scientifically explain from a neuropsychological standpoint why some people prefer certain types of music over others that I've never finished, but now I'm motivated to read it cover to cover. Stuff like that -- i.e. differences in tastes and why some things evoke pleasure and others pain -- has always fascinated me.
What the heck is it about some beats, rhythms, notes, instruments, whatever, that put one person into a state of bliss while to others it's like nails on a chalkboard? Hell, at its core "music" is nothing more than an mush-mash of mechanical friggin sine waves which rattle a tiny, thin membrane and generate a nerve impulse. How can something as simple as that have so much power?
Anyway, the moonshine is kicking in (wifey fell asleep so I decided to partake) so I'm gonna quit rambling before I start to ramble. Oh, and uh, one more thing...Bruce Sprungfield SUCKS.
