I have been a music lover for as long as I can remember, and have always been perplexed by people who seemed to have no musical preference whatsoever. I remember my first album was Tommy , the movie soundtrack which I loved (though at 10 I wasn't allowed to see movie) because I was the pinball wizard. I had always been part of church choir giving me an appreciation for hymns as well as music in 4 parts. I listen to each part carefully, though less the lyrics than the lead guitar, bass, or cool drum riff. As an extra added bonus I have been blessed with the ability to play every air instrument with amazing accuracy due to my memory of these parts (Devil Went Down to Georgia a speciality). While Dr. Repp was less than impressed with my rendition of Carry On Wayward Son, I certainly enjoyed showing that I could indeed move the music with more that a foot tap. I admit I am mired in the oldies, though while teaching always had the pop station playing and took suggestions from students I trusted...just don't care for anything repetitive, angry or degrading...or spoken...sorry rap, hip hop, and country. Of course the most important thing to remember (a lesson from our reading) is to not develop a sense of identity with the music to the point that someone not liking what you like is a personal affront. I learned to let that go a long time ago and while I still feel the Beatles are the greatest band ever, if someone really loves lady Gaga then who am I to say they shouldn't. Go Gaga!
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