I am sure that in some circles that is true, but in all my experience, we Classical fans never get a chance to be “annoying geeks.” We’re too busy fending off the outraged comments about “You listen to that Classical crap? You’re kidding!”
It seems like for some people, Classical is in a category by itself. It’s like some non-existent music that no one really listens to. When people ask you about what “song” you like, they probably aren’t expecting you to mention Sibelius’s Finlandia or anything. Because, to some people, music only comes in one form: a song. Not a “musical piece,” not a “tone poem.” Nope. Just a song. That’s all.
It’s like in some people’s world view, Classical doesn’t exist. Or at least, no real human, no real human that isn’t putting on airs or just pretending, anyway, listens to it.
So when you claim that you honestly, completely, totally enjoy listening to Classical music, voluntarily, some people cannot fathom it. They think that maybe you listen to it sometimes, just to look smart, or perhaps you like a piece or two but that’s it, but a steady diet of the stuff, with no let up? Inconceivable.
Or, there are the people who say that they like Classical music (for “relaxation” — put me in the homicidal category when that comes up) but when it comes right down to it, the last time they listened to something Classical, voluntarily, on their own, just because they wanted to, Bush Sr. was in office. And so if you want to listen to something Classical, say, in a car or office with them, they’ll tolerate it for a while, and then they’ll think they’ve had enough of it. Because they only like Classical music on paper—not in reality. Hey, that’s fine, but don’t say you like it if you never actually listen to it.
Oh, and then there are the folks (who have been discussed here) who think that people who like Classical are “puttin’ on airs” and are being pretentous snobs. That’s what happened a lot to my family. We were poor, drove a crappy car and had an unremarkable lifestyle and in no way could have dreamed of “puttin’ on airs,” but the fact that we listened to Classical (and weren’t doing so as a pretence) really annoyed the shit out of the neighbors. It wasn’t as if we played our music too loud or made disparaging remarks about others’ musical tastes—it was simply that it was too weird and incomprehensible and could not be tolerated.
And another story while I’m rambling: years ago, some local record store had a special sale on all records from a certain label: (RCA, I think it was). All RCA label records on sale. So, my dad picked out some Classical RCA records and went to pay for them. The clerk told him, “Oh, we didn’t mean the Classical RCA records!” “Well, why didn’t the sign say that, then?” my dad asked. “It says all RCA records!” The clerk wouldn’t back down, assuming that it was somehow obvious that of course they couldn’t mean Classical too—Classical is an afterthought, after all. My dad made a stink (either called or wrote the manager, I forget) and eventually got his discount. But it was just one of many instances that we experienced where people thought that Classical didn’t count as “real” music. I think things are better today, but still—it can be annoying.