I love music, always have loved it. I always had a radio around even at a young age so I could have music on all the time. My first favorite band was Duran Duran and I remember listening to the radio and waiting for a song to come on so I could tape it. I would wait to hit the record button as soon as the song began to leave out any DJ talk. The quality was awful but I still had a copy of the song to listen to when I wanted.
In high school I even took music classes so I could learn how to read and write music and I began playing guitar. At that point I started to become a music snob. I dated mostly musicians and some of my favorite bands suddenly became uncool to me. The musicianship had to be perfect for me to listen to it. Luckily that period in my life did not last long and I began to branch out again. I listened to what made me happy not what others told me was good.
Whenever someone asked me what kind of music I listen to my answer would be – I listen to a little bit of everything, except country music. I am not sure why I did not give it a chance. I remember hearing it at my aunt’s house and not particularly enjoying it. I even had a brief stint in a country cover band and still only the rare song was acceptable to me.
Fast forward to the age of 42 and my seven year old son loves country music. His father like me had never liked it either but he had just started listening to it. Everywhere I would hear it – in the car, at home – I was surrounded. It started with liking a song then two and soon …. well I am not going to say I like it all but then I don’t like all rock music either. But I am really glad I gave it a chance because I opened up a whole new world of music to myself. If you are like I was, I say give it a try.