Writer's Block: Love is deaf
Jan. 7th, 2010 02:53 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Um, *horrific*? It's a pet peeve of mine when people judge other people's taste in music, since it's a totally subjective thing. What is *bad* music? Just because you don't like it doesn't mean someone else doesn't appreciate it, or even prefer it above all other types-- and how do you know which one of you has the better taste? There are genres, bands, and songs I'm not fond of or even downright dislike, but I would never seriously condescend to anyone who enjoyed them. (I might tease, but that's a different story). You might hate Lady Gaga for her repetitive tunes and nonsense lyrics, or you might love her for her style, catchiness, and danceable fun; you might hate Hindemith for his atonal and seemingly tuneless sound, or you might love him for his unconventional and experimental genius. And I frankly don't think musical education or composition experience has anything to do with it; take any two formally-educated composers or professional musicians and see if they're listening to the exact same things on their ipods. Taste is as diverse as personality.
So this question is really asking whether I would be able to spend my life with someone with totally different tastes from me. There are some things to consider: What do you listen to in the car when you travel together? What do you listen to in the house? Do you have to listen with headphones all the time, having to choose either interaction with your partner or private time with your music because you're unable to play music aloud when you're together? If you're both passionate about music and enjoy having it as a background to your life, I think it does make things easier to have at least some common taste. But it's not a deal-breaker. There are so many worse things to fight over, and if you're going to split up because you can't handle listening to his death metal for an hour after he endures your vintage Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears for 60 grueling minutes, I expect the issue wasn't really the music in the first place.
To me, music is a very personal thing. A good piece also tends to take up the majority of my attention, a distraction from everything and anyone else. (Those who have ridden in the car with me when a favorite song comes on have likely observed how I stop conversation to sing along). I think I enjoy listening to music best when I'm alone, or in some semblance of alone-feeling, such as a symphony concert where everyone is quiet and concentrating. It's not really a social thing for me. I'm not into the concert scene and I don't really need to talk that much about music; I'll discuss it when someone brings it up and I'll accept and deliver recommendations, but most of the time it's enough to just listen and feel. Therefore, I don't really require my closest companions to share my tastes or even necessarily a love of music at all, because I can enjoy mine totally independent of them.
(Though . . . if you don't like music, any sort of music, I think you might have something wrong with you O.o).
That said, I got really lucky with Robert. (Lol, I might get spoiled by him and change my mind; I do talk about music much more with him than I do with most of my friends). I never expected to find someone with the exact same tastes as me, considering I have very broad but still explicit tastes with some weird specific caveats-- like always preferring minor key to major key, regardless of genre. Yet Robert has very similar tastes to me, so much it shocked me when we first got talking about music. My tastes are a bit broader-- I know more popular music than he does-- while his knowledge of some of our mutually-loved genres runs deeper than mine, but what we do hold in common is pretty sizable. He loves instrumental music, from classical to movie soundtracks (which in my opinion includes some of the best orchestral music being written today), and prefers things to be in a minor key, too. Since he's a musician and spends a lot of time at his keyboard playing and composing, it's a good thing, too. Instead of shutting the door or getting irritated, I come over and enjoy it!
Um, *horrific*? It's a pet peeve of mine when people judge other people's taste in music, since it's a totally subjective thing. What is *bad* music? Just because you don't like it doesn't mean someone else doesn't appreciate it, or even prefer it above all other types-- and how do you know which one of you has the better taste? There are genres, bands, and songs I'm not fond of or even downright dislike, but I would never seriously condescend to anyone who enjoyed them. (I might tease, but that's a different story). You might hate Lady Gaga for her repetitive tunes and nonsense lyrics, or you might love her for her style, catchiness, and danceable fun; you might hate Hindemith for his atonal and seemingly tuneless sound, or you might love him for his unconventional and experimental genius. And I frankly don't think musical education or composition experience has anything to do with it; take any two formally-educated composers or professional musicians and see if they're listening to the exact same things on their ipods. Taste is as diverse as personality.
So this question is really asking whether I would be able to spend my life with someone with totally different tastes from me. There are some things to consider: What do you listen to in the car when you travel together? What do you listen to in the house? Do you have to listen with headphones all the time, having to choose either interaction with your partner or private time with your music because you're unable to play music aloud when you're together? If you're both passionate about music and enjoy having it as a background to your life, I think it does make things easier to have at least some common taste. But it's not a deal-breaker. There are so many worse things to fight over, and if you're going to split up because you can't handle listening to his death metal for an hour after he endures your vintage Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears for 60 grueling minutes, I expect the issue wasn't really the music in the first place.
To me, music is a very personal thing. A good piece also tends to take up the majority of my attention, a distraction from everything and anyone else. (Those who have ridden in the car with me when a favorite song comes on have likely observed how I stop conversation to sing along). I think I enjoy listening to music best when I'm alone, or in some semblance of alone-feeling, such as a symphony concert where everyone is quiet and concentrating. It's not really a social thing for me. I'm not into the concert scene and I don't really need to talk that much about music; I'll discuss it when someone brings it up and I'll accept and deliver recommendations, but most of the time it's enough to just listen and feel. Therefore, I don't really require my closest companions to share my tastes or even necessarily a love of music at all, because I can enjoy mine totally independent of them.
(Though . . . if you don't like music, any sort of music, I think you might have something wrong with you O.o).
That said, I got really lucky with Robert. (Lol, I might get spoiled by him and change my mind; I do talk about music much more with him than I do with most of my friends). I never expected to find someone with the exact same tastes as me, considering I have very broad but still explicit tastes with some weird specific caveats-- like always preferring minor key to major key, regardless of genre. Yet Robert has very similar tastes to me, so much it shocked me when we first got talking about music. My tastes are a bit broader-- I know more popular music than he does-- while his knowledge of some of our mutually-loved genres runs deeper than mine, but what we do hold in common is pretty sizable. He loves instrumental music, from classical to movie soundtracks (which in my opinion includes some of the best orchestral music being written today), and prefers things to be in a minor key, too. Since he's a musician and spends a lot of time at his keyboard playing and composing, it's a good thing, too. Instead of shutting the door or getting irritated, I come over and enjoy it!