Believe it or don’t, I love music. Like everyone else, I have (and have had) favorite songs, favorite bands, and preferred genres.
However, unlike most “normal” folks I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, I rarely discuss these topics as much as they do. Though as I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed there are many others like me who rarely make music a subject of discussion.
Like politics and religion, music and other socially collective interests can be sensitive matters to certain individuals. There are many people who greatly judge what others like or dislike. For example, if you mention disliking The Beatles to a cluster of diehard fans, prepare yourself — these folks may never speak to you again. To demonstrate the impact of this topic, think of someone above the age of 12 who likes Justin Bieber (yes, they exist). How do they make you feel? And if you’re this awesome grown-up “Belieber” I’m describing, how does that last condescending statement make you feel?
Regardless of your preferences, the above scenario probably makes you want to get off this planet.
In my life (yes, a Beatles song reference shortly after mentioning them) there have been two great instances where I felt discussing music was a do-or-die social situation: When I was either in front of my older brothers, or in a car listening to the radio with my past girlfriend.
Let’s start with my brothers. In their minds, they knew what to love (heavy metal), and they also knew what to instantly thrash (rap). Being a little twerp desiring to impress his older siblings at a young age (spoiler alert: it never happened), I would naturally freeze up when it came to discussing music; my strategy was to avoid making an ass out of myself if I couldn’t impress them. I do, however, remember once saying I liked a certain Michael Jackson song, and my oldest brother still found me a cassette with the track after laughing at me (yes, I remember the time).
Moving along, my last relationship was where the real magic happened. If I let her know I disliked a certain song on the radio before she had a chance to tell me she loved it, game over. Same thing if I said I loved a song she couldn’t stand, so I’m pretty sure these repeated offenses helped nuke the entire relationship. This situation brings me to my next subject — using music and other interests as a way to determine who your friends and partners are (or aren’t).
Yes, it’s fantastic to share your life with people who enjoy the same things as you. But if you’re cutting off other people because of some disagreement over a material — yes, music is technically material — aspect in life, you could be making a mistake. For instance, I’m not a fan of sports video games. In fact, I’m terrible at them. Though if a bud of mine loves to play a certain genre of games and says Diablo III is “boring,” I’m not going to hit the “unfriend” button on Facebook. There are obviously other reasons we became friends, and I’m going to work on that — even if they tell me Mario games have no heart. We all have opinions — theirs is “Mario sucks” and mine is “your opinion blows, but I still like you.”
Sometimes people get along great and still have certain differences in their areas of interest. After all, a wise individual once said “opposites attract,” and we’re never going to find folks (at least where “soul mates” and significant others are concerned) who are exactly like us. And hell, if we do find those people, they might eventually irritate us since they’re a little too familiar. Many would agree that it’s nice to mix things up.
Perhaps I’ll continue discussing the topic of music (among other interests) as I become comfortable around certain individuals. Though for now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy a timeless classic from The Bieb– I mean Beatles.




















