Good thread, Lobsang;
According to my parents, I came out of the womb with taste in music. My father used to sing me to sleep with Bob Dylan, and every time Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard comes on the radio, my mother tells me how I would sing the whole song emulating a rock star when I was two years old.
The first songs I can consiously remember liking are by the Beatles, specifically Rocky Racoon at the age of four or five, or Devil Went Down To Georgia, by Charlie Daniels Band.
But for a while my opinions about music were ambivalent, maybe even surpressed, because I didn’t get to hear anything I really liked, as my friends all listened to awful pop music. Someone asked me what my favorite band was and I honestly didn’t have one.
Then I listened to Sgt. Pepper’s in maybe seventh or eighth grade. It was my father’s copy, and I remember looking at the cover and thinking, how good could it possibly be, that everyone makes suck a huge deal about it? I guess I thought music couldn’t be much better than what my friends were listening to, it didn’t get deeper or more inovative.
So I put it on. And I’m not exaggerating when I say it was like a musical orgasm, culminating at Lovely Rita. From that moment on, I was interested in music, I had opinions, it was important. I got heavily into the Beatles and Pink Floyd, a lot of 60’s, 70’s rock. Since then I’ve broadened my horizons further…like NCB said, I can usually find some good aspect of any musical type, though some more than others. I started taking bass lessons, too, becaue I wanted to be able to feel the music to every extent I could (not that I’m very good yet).
So yeah, to some extent I agree. Getting into music is something like noticing the opposite sex. You’re aware that it’s there, have experiences with it, and some vague, malformed ideas, and then all of a sudden, it all clicks. Musical puberty.
And I agree 100% about what you said on music being a strong memory trigger. I’ll hear a song that I haven’t heard in years and remember in detail what I was doing the last time it was on the radio. It it works the other way too. Every time I smell cucumber melon perfume, I think of Magical Mystery Tour. I got both for Christmas one year, and I put the CD in just after having put on the perfume. To this day, if I pass someone on the street with that scent on, my mind conjures up bits and pieces of the album. It’s the strangest thing.